October 11, 2011
She walks with her head down
Eyes cast aside
And I'm the only one
Who knows what good things hide
Inside that red head of hers
Well you'd never be able to tell
That she is the person
Who knows me so well
She can tell you any song title
And might even sing a verse
And I'm one lucky bastard
To be a friend of hers
She makes my dark days brighter
With her sarcasm and wit
And I can tell you from experience
My best friend packs a hit
Even though we fight sometimes
And I swear she could kill
I know that hopefully
She never will
She thinks she isn't pretty
And scoffs when I say I'm sure
But little does she know
I wish I looked like her
I claim her as family
And I'm sure that she's known
That my door is always open
And my house is her home
So hopefully you read this
And your friends come to mind
But trust me when I tell you
Jessie's are hard to find
And I know you think I'm bluffing
But no one matches mine

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