Clueless
It’s cute, it really is
How you don’t notice
The little speckle of Sour Cream
On the corner of your mouth
Shooting me,
That little crooked smile of yours
Hitting me,
Right through the chest
It’s cute, it really is
How you’re always so surprised
By the things I know about you
And how well I do
It’s cute, it really is
How you don’t remember
Telling me all these things
That made me fall for you
But do you not remember
or have you forgotten?
That one night in July
We kissed
kissed and kissed and kissed
How do you not have a clue
‘bout all these things that you do
That make me feel all these things
When I’m around you












