I've got the look
I never got.
I've got the look of shame
and love.
Those are my eyes,
the ones that shock.
The two arrows that hit
the spot.
Shooting stars across.
I've got the look
you never got.
I've got the look they sing about.
These are my eyes,
the ones that knock.
The two steps prior to
open the door.
And let the wind go through.
She's got the look.
What in the world
could make a dust-eyed girl turn gold?
I said to her
"you're not alone.
Not anymore".
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