Every Friday night, I
see your pretty face,
I think I have the
courage, but I guess that’s not the case.
I walk right up and
chat with you, that I do just fine,
But to ask you out
for coffee is where my courage draws the line.
Your heart for Jesus,
is so strong, it knocks me off my feet,
You’re the kind of
girl I thought, I’d always like to meet.
I know exactly what
to say, I really am quite eloquent,
But when I see that
pretty smile, I can’t remember where my words went.
To sum this up, and
say my piece, this may sound so contrite
I think you may, I
think you might, be my kryptonite.
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