Met this girl I’m pretty sure you’d like
Her hair is brown and she can’t ride a bike
She has a sister who would like to live downtown
And I know you’d like her when she comes around
She is like the blossom in late July
Just to late but not to catch your eye
She always worries but she never shows a frown
And I know you’d like her when she comes around
And if I could tell her
What true love could be
I know she won’t worry
So much with you