Like Whoa

Just like the song,
Your love is like whoa,
Your eyes shine in the night,
Handsome from head to toe.

That thing that you do,
You know, with your brow,
It makes me laugh,
Your love is like POW!

Your the man of my dreams,
Your smile is like Zing,
Your dimples don't only glow,
They make me sing.

I can't put into words,
My feelings for you,
I'm busy eating Pickles,
Ill pour Creamed Corn on your shoe.

So go build me a set,
Write a screenplay,
Put up a shelf,
"Babe! Not that way!"

You are far from the norm,
And I call you mine,
My man sent from whoknowswhere*,
And you are so fine.



*Pittsburgh