Keys..

She had a master key

No, she couldn't unlock hallway clost doors for a good time 

or let you into the locker room when you left your shoes

But she had a masterkey alright. 

Not to any doors at the school, just to many hearts.

Her pretty little hands could have any heart wrapped around any finger of her 

choice

She was a ringmaster in this circus of "8 hour a day 

5 days a week 

Maybe I'll see you on Sunday"

type  of world.

She thrived inbetween classes like someone was watering  her 

All the beauty of a red rose

Just without the thorns

Social break was her photosynthesis 

Lunch was more so an event to watch her 

Forget fighting for the good seats with no popcorn on the floor

They wouldn't care if it meant they'd get ketchup on their new khakis

Anywhere near her was the best seat in the house

She had a master key

That unlocked every heart 

Even mine