She is a wanderer, she wanders in my mind everytime,
She does her work in me like a methamphetamine,
She is a badass who doesn’t take shit,
All i could these days is stop, stare and repeat,
She’s everyone’s apple of the eye,
And If I don’t say mine too, it’s a lie,
She likes to wear blue jeans and a white top,
She just exists and my jaw drops,
By profession she saves life and by nature she’s a killer,
Doesn’t have to wear a white dress, she’s already a healer,
She’s really a dream girl, way high in the league,
For me she’ll always be a person who’s intrigue.
