I’m that girl.
I like to hold hands and kiss in the dark.
To watch movies on the couch, to swing at the park
To just be in your arms.
I’m that girl.
I like to hear your voice on my phone for no reason,
To get a text that says “just thinking about you”
I’m that girl.
Who likes to walk on the beach,
Talk all night,
Then watch the sunrise from your lap.
I’m that girl.
Who will wear your teams’ colors,
Make chili, and serves beer to the boys.
Cheer like I’m crazy, with out knowing why.
Just to see you smile.
I’m that girl.
Who sleeps in your t-shirt when your not there.
Who smiles when she thinks of your face or feels your touch.
I’m that girl.
Who thinks you’re just as sexy in your scrubby clothes as in a suite and tie.
Clean shaven or five o’clock shadow
Either way, all I want is my hands on your face.
I’m that girl.
Slow dancing in the moonlight,
Hearing you sing,
Listening to you talk about all your favorite things.
I’m that girl.
Who’s happy to just be on your lap and in your arms.
My head on your chest, the sound of your heart beat my lullaby.
So close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
I’m that girl
Who loves to see your smile and feel your touch
To kiss you with my eyes closed and one foot in the air.
I’m that girl.
Who doesn’t know what to say?
How to act
Or
How much to care.
That’s who I am
I’m that girl.
