She Makes Me Smile
She makes me smile
She reaches her hands
Picks a star from the night
And then blinks her eyes
And the darkness turns to light
Then she turns to me
Full of amusement like a child
With her golden hair
And she makes me smile
She is so full of life
Always so friendly never mean
She laugh’s and crosses her eyes
Like English comedian Mr., bean
She knows Tom Jones
Lives down the street bout nine miles
She run thru, the fields
And she makes me smiles
She writes sensitive poems
And name one life’s avenue
She has so much compassion
And it shows in everything she do
She dress in lovely colors
So very versatile
Wears flowers shoes
And she makes me smile
She is a very good artist
Perfect in all she does
And she likes to give
She is a lady Santa clause
It would be nice to see her
Dress in red Santa clause style
And when she looks at me
She makes me smile
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