He walks with a swag,
Attitude spells mess-with-me-not,
Flexes his muscles and tattoos,
Particular about his brand.
But when you question your petite self,
Like what the hell were you thinking,
Liking a guy so macho,
Wondering if you made a mistake.
He smiles,
And you realize that behind that tough exterior,
Is a softie,
Who is searching for love too.
Oh! How deceiving, looks can be.
He is quirky just like me,
His antics make me laugh,
And from the corner of my eye I can see him admiring me.
He speaks a lot,
With eyes shining bright,
And I am falling in love,
With a guy who's everything I am not.
