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 with his boots: Pointy ankle-highs

I love him lots and I wish that he'd see me: The cool guitar boy
He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles
Oh, pure joy
And I wish he'd 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, runs and hides
Does he like me? I have to guess
He looks real cool in his 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 that he'd see me: The cool guitar boy
He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles
Oh, pure joy
And I wish he'd 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 that he'd see me: The cool guitar boy
He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles
Oh, pure joy
And I wish he'd see me
And I want him to love me
'Cause I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms