That girl with the loud lipstick
Her hair set in the salon perfect with zero nick
Her dress oozing the fashion shtick
with a smile that portrayed a wicked uptick
Is she the one, the question I ask
Another girl, shabbily dressed
Her hair where every strand looked depressed
The colors obscure she wore matched plain cypress
with zero smile displayed oppressed
Is she the one, the question I ask
Here comes another who looks bright
Wait! Something about her feels not right!
She frowns and scowls wanting me to run out of sight
Her legs, body, smile with no rhythm day or night
Is she the one, the question I ask
Hidden in the crowd is the simple girl
Who lives the life for the joy it beholds
Smiling and oozing confidence, she dresses bright and bold
her warm personality beacons me to caress and hold
Yes .. yes says my heart she is the one .. she is the one