Your Style

Where’s the boy with the faded eyes,

He’s got the crooked smile,

and the brightest teeth, I’ve ever seen.

He’s got the widest ears, better for him to hear,

his steady heart beat.

I haven’t seen him hear for awhile now, but I left my heart in his father’s car, Haven’t seen him here while, but i guess that’s just youre style.

He’s got the quickest tongue to a compliment,

He’s the one to go to for a gentlemen,

And hands like the softest cotton.

I haven’t seen him here for awhile now, but I told him that he was one for me, Haven’t seen him here in awhile now, but i guess that’s just your style.