I met her at a bar
Let me tell you a story,
It's all about that girl and her glory.
She was not alone there,
But sorrounded with other girls,
Then again she was the brightest,
Shinning above all,
Like thounsand white pearls.
She was wearing western,
Her shoe was pink,
My heart is beating fast,
Everytime I see her blink.
Her smile is so sweet,
Her hair is so nice,
If you stare at her, you can see,
Beauty lies in her eyes.
My senses are missing,
May be that girl stole,
She placed it inside her heart,
Love is reflecting in her soul.
I wanted to talk with her,
I wanted to make her mine,
But she was busy with her friends that day,
And today, she is busy with wine.