She walks by and roses bloom by her six-inch heels
In a hot pink mini skirt and crop top
She’s glowing in the dark classroom
I shoot a glance hoping it will only last a second
But now I’m entranced by her sparkling outfit
The way the light bounces of off the glitter
Shoots directly into my eye and blinds me
But I can’t stop looking
And she notices
And she likes it
She brushes the golden-blond hair from her face
And removes the heart-shape sunglasses
(They’re pastel pink of course)
Her black eyeliner is so sharp
Compared to the gentle blue of her eyes
Her smile is more perfect than stained glass
Her skin is softer than my baby blanket
And what else can I say besides
She’s really freaking pretty
She shoots me a wink
And mouths the words
“You’re so gorgeous”
I almost passed out
So excuse me when I worship the ground she walks on
Cut the roses and grow them in my bedroom
People ask why I do so much
After all, she’s just a bimbo
But I tell them she’s my hero
Because when we sit together in chemistry
I can’t focus on the equations
All my mind is stuck on is
How this goddess thinks I’m pretty