You call me Ashley.

It sounds beautiful rolling off your lips,

something every girl wants to be hear.

Ashley.

When you call for me,

my heart skips a beat.

"Hey, Ashley, got any gum?"

"Yo, Ashley, do you have a pencil?"

You are my angel,

my knight in shining armor,

my true love,

whatever you want to call it.

Your voice makes me fall harder than I've ever fallen for anyone ever before,

even though I know how

completely,

utterly,

absolutely,

one hundred percent wrong you are for me.

Because there you go again,

calling me Ashley, when my name's Melissa.