The first time I saw her, all jumping around,
All happy and jolly, like a silly old' clown.
Her eyes all sparkly pretty and brown,
The prettiest girl in all of town.
Her hair is so soft and shiny like silk.
It flows and flows like sweet honey milk.
She smiles so pretty, so sexy too.
You cannot be mad or even blue
The thoughts that I have is very real.
Therefore, you see my friend she's the real deal.
If things were to happen, through no fault of my own.
I'm sorry my dear, I left you alone.
If things work out, like I wished they could be.
I know in my heart that you have the key.
You said to love me, only time would tell.
Then I could call you, my Sweet Southern Belle.
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