Believe That You Are Beautiful
Portuguese beauty,
European cutie,
As though it’s my duty,
I’m staring at that booty.
Fuck she’s gorgeous!
I should be cautious,
Move slowly like a tortious,
My want for her’s enormous.
She doesn’t think it’s true,
But I know that she’s beautiful,
Not from the point of view
As being thought of as a booty call.
I mean beautiful like some kind of heavenly angel,
And letting this girl get away would be so God damn painful.
So I’ll do everything I can to make this Queen my own,
No matter what I have to do to make it to the throne.
There’s something about her, so enticing,
Her whole appearance, mesmerising,
Complements are multitudinous,
For someone so pulchritudinous.
There’s still so much more to learn,
About this girl for whom I yearn,
But all that I know already,
Makes me nervous and unsteady.
Not because I’m scared of her,
More because I’m scared of me,
Worried I might fuck things up
Which generates uncertainty.
Even so I’ll try my hardest,
As this girl is worth the fight,
There is not a single artist,
Who could create such a sight.
