Vanity Fair

Blue eyes, brown hair, somewhat of a vanity fair
Surmise, no disguise, always got somewhere to go
She got that no care, city flare, seems like someone I'd like to know

But tell me why she's so hard to get

She seems so ice-cold, uncontrolled, can't say if I've got what it takes
Because I'm stuck here, minds not clear, thinking what the hell I could say

I've been thinking what I could do
To make my wishes come true
Cuz everyday I think about you
So please tell me you will come through

Could I be crazy just to think she'd make the first move?

Should I take a step back, lose track, seems like I've got nothin' to lose
Or could I get seen, intervene, maybe all it takes are some clues

Just tell me why she's so hard to get

I'd like to think
I'd like to think I still have a chance
But it seems that every time I try to act
There's something that will counteract my move

I've been thinking what I could do
To make my wishes come true
Cuz everyday I think about you
So please tell me you will come through



Credits
Writer(s): David Hale
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