Rosy Cheeks, My Dear (Demo)

Look into my hazel eyes and I will look in yours
And I will glance back to the sky so I will feel assured
That you are not uncomfortable or feel insecure
That I think about you any other way

I claim that I need glasses, even though I see just fine
I claim that I'm not nervous, though my face is red as wine
Though I'm not religious, I say it's the blood of Christ
But it's not, it's just how they look all the time

My rosy cheeks get red for you
My rosy cheeks get red
The blood rush towards my head for you
And thus it starts to spread

Jokingly say you hate me, but it makes me feel worse
Judge me on my songwriting, say verse, verse, chorus, verse
But there is one more chorus than an instrumental curse
But it's fine if it sounds good every time

My rosy cheeks get red for you
My rosy cheeks get red
The blood rush towards my head for you
And thus it starts to spread



Credits
Writer(s): Connor Tuttle
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