oh her eyes, her eyes;
make the stars look like they're not shining.
her hair, her hair;
falls perfectly without her trying.
she's so beautiful;
and i tell her every day.
yeah; i know, i know,
when i compliment her
she won't believe me.
and it's so, it's so
sad to think that she don't see what i see.
but every time she asks me "do i look okay?",
i say:
when...
