He dreams of a girl
He dreams of a girl full of feisty,
But I am nature crusty.
He dreams of a girl into style,
But I am far from a mile.
He dreams of a girl who can match his yardstick,
But I am just a little innocent chick.
He dreams of a girl pretty as orchard,
But with me he'll be awkward.
For thou, me won't change,
Even if I'm the target at rifle range.
For me am by birth star,
Even can't get by czar.
If chose me darling once,
Then surely have me as Bunce.
Me'll be beside,
I promise, when thine what to hide.