I
I’m walking round the streets,
Past the corner just to find,
A girl she is amazing,
Her beauty of another kind,
Chorus
This girl she haunts me, a slow burner
But it’s only my mind, as she’s every girl I find.
Oh god she haunts me, but she’s every girl I find
III
There’s a natural affection
In that sweet way that you smile,
It pulls a man forth
Like he hadn’t felt warmth in a while.
Chorus
This girl she haunts me, a slow burner
But it’s only my mind, as she’s every girl I find.
Oh god she haunts me, but she’s every girl I find
IV
Fashioned by angels,
With the purest of stone,
She is a thing of beauty
She deserves a throne.
V
But I can’t give her one,
Although I would,
All I can give is my word,
To make her feel understood.
VI
I’m walking round the streets,
Past the corner just to find,
A girl she is amazing,
Her beauty of another kind,
Poetry Blues 