Beautiful Smile

Hi, I'm twenty-two And I'm here to tell you About the boy who has stolen my heart He's nice--yes, he's nice And it bears saying twice Because that's what caught me from the start He isn't the type To complain or to gripe Aggression just isn't his style Instead, he's a boy Who's a little bit coy And makes friends with his beautiful smile As far as guys go And as far as I know He's quite an unusual breed He's warm and polite Not some pompous white knight Who goes thundering 'round on his steed I don't know him well That'll change, I can tell It'll only take a little while Though I don't know it should It feels so good Just to think of his beautiful smile God, I sound like a teen And that whole "crushing" scene Seems like back in my days of yore But it's both sad and true That I am twenty-two And I've never gone steady before So I'll do as I've done And think love can't be fun And it goes in the back of my file But that feeling gets weak Whenever I seek Out that face with the beautiful smile So I just don't know how-- should I even act now?-- But I don't know if I've got the knack To get my feelings cleared I just find it so weird I like someone who might like me back I guess what all this means Is that all of my dreams That have sat neglected in a pile Come back from the brink Whenever I think Of that boy with the beautiful smile