Cool Guitar Boy
He looks so cool in his jeans
That are real tight bleached ripped split
And he's sort of cute in his coat
Plastic mac with gold glitter on
He's really gear in his shirt
Coloured purple-pink splash design
He looks just great in his boots
Pointed ankle-highs
I love him lots and I wish he'd see me
The Cool Guitar Boy
He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles
Oh pure joy!
And I wish he'd see me
And I want him to love me
Cause I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms
He looks so neat with his hair
Which is tousled up long mess and
He acts all coy, runs and hides
Does he like me? I have to guess
He looks real cool in his shades
Hide his eyes, might be looking my way
Never speaks, which I like, doesn't have much to say
I love him lots and I wish he'd see me: the Cool Guitar Boy
He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles
Oh pure joy!
And I wish he'd see me
And I want him to love me
Cause I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms
I love him lots and I wish he'd see me: the Cool Guitar Boy
He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles
Oh pure joy!
And I wish he'd see me
And I want him to love me
Cause I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms
That are real tight bleached ripped split
And he's sort of cute in his coat
Plastic mac with gold glitter on
He's really gear in his shirt
Coloured purple-pink splash design
He looks just great in his boots
Pointed ankle-highs
I love him lots and I wish he'd see me
The Cool Guitar Boy
He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles
Oh pure joy!
And I wish he'd see me
And I want him to love me
Cause I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms
He looks so neat with his hair
Which is tousled up long mess and
He acts all coy, runs and hides
Does he like me? I have to guess
He looks real cool in his shades
Hide his eyes, might be looking my way
Never speaks, which I like, doesn't have much to say
I love him lots and I wish he'd see me: the Cool Guitar Boy
He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles
Oh pure joy!
And I wish he'd see me
And I want him to love me
Cause I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms
I love him lots and I wish he'd see me: the Cool Guitar Boy
He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles
Oh pure joy!
And I wish he'd see me
And I want him to love me
Cause I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms
Credits
Writer(s): Amelia Fletcher
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