The Girl With The Pens (In Her Apron)

The girl with the pens in her apron

Walks by

and the world comes to a halt

I don't know her name or where she's from

but that's all my fault

I can't find the words to say what's on my mind

I want tell her I love you every time

The girl with the pens in her apron walks by.

There must be 10 or 12

all in a row

There's red one, a pink and a green

A ball & felt rainbow

When she smiles there's a sparkle in her eyes

sweet & brown, Lord, I get hypnotized.

When the girl with the pens in her apron walks by

And I know she will never want me

I'm not so dumb to realize

Empty chairs get more from her than me

They feel her touch, her hands, her side

As the girl with the pens in her apron walks by

Pens they do run out

They get tossed away when they run dry

She'll buy more, throw the used ones away

Used ink pens have no pride,

It's just a thing she needs to use every day

I'm okay with being that

I have to say

As the girl with the pens in her apron walks by.