Sweet smile is her resting face
She’s alright whatever the case
Walking carefree down the street
Taking steps to her own beat
The few things that she holds dear
She keeps close, always near
Man, I wanna be one of them
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Two hundred and fifty five days
I don’t believe, but still I pray
Just in case it helps my cause
To appeal to the heavenly laws
The first time I saw her face
Sent me in to outer space
And I haven’t been back since
Another day she graces us
How did we get such luck
To share a world that she is in
Every day, again and again?
The few things that she holds dear
She keeps close, always near
Man, if I could be one of them
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
