Her Hair flutters in the cold Ohio wind,
The voice she speaks grips my soul,
She can accomplish anything with a snap of her fingers,
She is what you call a god,
The one I speak, is the one I love,
I wish not speak her name,
or I will fall in love even more,
Shes probably 20 years older than me,
but I see only one year.
I give my heart on a platter of cupcakes,
She will lick the frosty off gods bossum.
Octavio-NUMBER #1 GROUPIE OF "her"