Isn't she?
Isn't she that girl from that place?
That girl I can't put my finger on
Thinking of her on the tip of my tungue
I'm great with faces not with names
The one that slows the world when you look her direction.
The girl behind the counter, the only thing in the store you can't buy.
The lady with that smile that send shivers down to your shoes.
You know the one, she looks like the beginning and end at the same time.
Guess its just me.











