Oblivious


She doesn't realize she's singing out loud,
not that she cares anyhow.
Good sense of direction, trusts the wind to take her,
where she needs to go.
That's my baby, if I had her, the one I'm searching for.
We're having such a good time,
in my mind.

No makeup needed, no polish can be seen.
Braids in her hair, skin so fair,
that natural beauty, head up to the sun.
Everyone sells out, but her,
because she's only hers.
It's natural and pure,
leaving me wanting more,
from the real world.

She's mine, yes she's mine,
only in my mind.
She'll exist, or already has, at one time.
She doesn't realize she's singing out loud,
not that she cares anyhow.

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