You're the cutest thing I've seen I think we've hung out in my dreams At least ten times since we first met I don't know your name yet Strawberries, they can't compare To how sweet you look just standing there Back to me and looking down Why won't you turn around? 'Cause you eyes are not blue They're the best part about you They're ink inside my pen I wanna see them again, again When you speak I don't hear words cone out 'Cause I'm busy looking at your mouth Must be soft and nice to kiss If i asked you would you lend it? To me maybe just for today Or longer if you wanna stay In the grass in the afternoon We won't have to move All the leaves have turned brown I can't think with you around You're ink inside my pen When will i see you again?