My Guy

I like a guy with a shoelace untied

Who lights up a room with his smile

I like a guy with me on his mind

And doesn’t care waiting a while

I like a guy who makes himself mine

And teases me like I’m a child

Then came a guy with a glint in his eye

Came hating and fading my smile

So now the guy with the stomp in his stride

Is no longer cramping my style

'Cause now that guy who was blackened inside

Lies under the floor being tiled