• How you talk,
    how you smile,
    it all makes me stop and stare for a little while

    The way you walk,
    the way you dress,
    you're my very own beautiful mess

    You don't care
    about a thing
    You just walk
    and hold my hand
    It's a silent message
    only I understand

    There was a lock
    On my heart
    You broke through it with ease
    Despite my friends' displease
    I liked you from the start

    How you did it, I don't know
    Wherever you are, I want to go
    Sometimes I wonder if you see
    How much you mean to me

    You broke through the lock gracefully
    with one charismatic smile
    you had me.