To the Girl with the Genuine Smile

To the girl with the genuine smile
And the almost Bohemian style
Who sits with her knees
Exposed to the breeze
In a field that rolls on for miles

To the girl with inquisitive eyes
That nobody ever denies
Who keeps a full Camelbak
In a blue hipster knapsack
Of dainty but practical size

To the girl who enjoys Irish Whiskey
And relishes all that is risky
Who plays the French horn
And watches French porn
Who's spontaneous, jolly, and frisky

To the girl who once sat next to me
In a class about music history
Who laughed at my joke
About the Baroque
And Biber's Sonatas of Mystery

I may not be
As cool as you
But can't you see
We could be two
Like milk and tea
And grass and dew
And pods and peas
And lentils and stew
Forks and spoons
And stars and moons
And chocolate crème brûlée
(I must be pretty hungray)

Hey, why don't you come over
For a candlelit dinner tonight?
I'm a really good cook, I'll show ya
I think you'll know it after just one bite
Then we'll sit on the couch by the fire
And reminisce about all that good food
We could watch HBO's "The Wire"
I hear that's pretty good
And then
And then

To the girl with the genuine smile
May
I
have
this
one
little
dance