They say,

beauty is only skin deep,

But when it comes too you,
my heart wants to weep.
Pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If your inner beauty,
matches your outer cuttie,
my infatuation will really soar,
soon I'll be knocking on your door.

You may not answer the knock,
but too me you'll still rock.
My mind will still
shake rattle and roll,
even on a lonely stroll.
I have a vision of love,
it fits as well as 
my best glove.

I don't need no vision device,
your beauty is frozen
in my mind as solid as ice.
It is so lovely and nice.
I'm almost destitute,
because
you're so darn cute.

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