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 in his boots: pointy ankle-highs

I love him lots and I wish he'd see me: the Cool Guitar Boy

He looks some brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles

Oh pure joy!

And I wish he's see me

And I want him to love me

Cos 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, smiles and hides. Could he like me? I have to guess

He looks so cool in this 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 he'd see me: the Cool Guitar Boy

He looks some brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles

Oh pure joy!

And I wish he's see me

And I want him to love me

Cos I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms

I love him lots and I wish he'd see me: the Cool Guitar Boy

He looks some brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles

Oh pure joy!

And I wish he's see me

And I want him to love me

Cos I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms