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He's Different
He's five foot nine,
With messy brown hair;
He has a twin sized bed,
But always sleeps in a chair.
He skates to school,
On his rollarblades;
He wears a denim jacket,
And some hippie shades.
He's a history buff,
And an art fanatic;
His english teacher scares him,
His math teacher's satanic.
His friends are all outcasts,
Then i guess so is he;
They all eat beaf jerky,
And drink green tea.
He mastered the rubicks cube,
While listening to Queen;
He paints on his walls,
The beautiful places he's never seen
He has little whiskers,
That he refuses to shave;
And a ten gallon hat,
That he says is all the rave.
He tucks his little sister,
In at night;
Loves to watch old movies,
In black and white.
He plays the harmonica,
His neighbors hate him;
He carves his name in trees,
So that no one will forget him.
Some think he's strange,
Others say he's dumb;
He's never smoked once,
And yet he's addicted to nicotine gum.
And when he smiles,
I can't look away;
I won't tell a soul,
But i want to marry that boy someday.
