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Now, when you see a
pretty girl,
Just look into her eyes,
And things that you may vision there,
Will catch you by surprise.
The sparkle of a
teasing look,
A dreamy, soft repose,
And where that look will transport you,
Well, no one really knows.
She may have shiny,
golden hair,
She may have dimples too,
She may have skin that's nice to touch,
And beauty to pursue.
But it's those
eyes that tell the tale,
And if those eyes could speak,
They'd whisper pleasures in your ears,
And leave you feeling weak.
A pretty girl, a pretty
smile,
A body to behold,
But it's that beauty deep within,
That traps you in its hold.
And it's those
eyes that sets the trap,
But you don't try to fight,
For when you look into her eyes,
You know that it is right.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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