Am I allowed, to look at her like that? Could it be wrong, when she's just so nice to look at?
She smells like lemongrass and sleep She tastes like apple juice and peach You would find her, in a Polaroid picture And she, means everything to me
I'd never tell No, I'd never say a word And oh it aches Buy it feels oddly good to hurt
She smells like lemongrass and sleep She tastes like apple juice and peach You would find her in a Polaroid picture And she, means everything to me
And I'll be okay admiring from afar Cause even when she's next to me We could not be more far apart Cause she tastes like birthday cake and story time and fall But to her, I taste of nothing at all
'Cause she smells like lemongrass and sleep She tastes like apple juice and peach You would find her in a Polaroid picture And she means everything to me