I LOVE THE WAY
I love the way you look at me
and I'm as happy as can be
you couldn't be like all the rest
in any crowd you are the best
I love the way you strut your stuff
and I can never get enough.
I love the way you hold your own
into a lady you have grown
I love the look inside your eyes
I couldn't tell you any lies
you're not a fake I know you're real
you any day I'd love to steal.
I love the way you comb your hair
as if it isn't even there
I love the way you gloss your lips
the colour of your finger-tips
you pose and preen just like a bird
you love yourself, or so I've heard.
I love the way you laugh and sing
you got me hanging on a string
I love the way you tip your head
in every way you knock me dead
and I suppose you'll always be
the only one I wanna see.
By John Brown
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