Cool Guitar Boy

He looks so cool in his jeans that are real tight bleached ripped split And he's sort of cute in his coat: plastic mac with gold glitter on He's really gear in his shirt, coloured purple-pink splash design He looks just great in his boots: pointy ankle-highs I love him lots and I wish he'd see me: the Cool Guitar Boy He looks som brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles Oh pure joy! And I wish he's see me And I want him to love me 'cause I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms He looks so neat with his hair which is tousled up long mess and He acts all coy, smiles and hides. Could he like me? I have to guess He looks so cool in this shades, hide his eyes, might be looking my way Never speaks, which I like, doesn't have much to say I love him lots and I wish he'd see me: the Cool Guitar Boy He looks som brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles Oh pure joy! And I wish he's see me And I want him to love me 'cause I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms I love him lots and I wish he'd see me: the Cool Guitar Boy He looks som brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles Oh pure joy! And I wish he's see me And I want him to love me 'cause I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms