Crystal Eyes
Jordan Brown
I know a little girl, she has crystals for eyes
Her heart is made of gold but her parents despise me
We like to go walking to a tree in a field
And tell our little stories just to pass the time by
In my pocket is a letter to her
Do you want to be mine with a yes or no to circle
I hope she chooses yes because I love her so
But I'll understand if she chooses no
