When you walk in
I go quiet and
Watch you come
In and pick
Your set
The thing I look
At first is your
Hair that stands
Out like the sun
On the brightest
Day you have ever
Seen
The way you talk
About how you say
“he a really nice guy”
No matter what kind
Of person
They could be the most
Geekest person ever
The way you talk to me
It sounds like you really
Care and want to know
What I have to say when
I talk to you.
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