He says "hey, pretty girl" and "goodbye, sweetie"

I know it's a kitschy kind of love

but it makes me smile.

I've been told not to see him,

"he's embarrassing you, he's embarrassing me

and he's not right for you" but I'm not sure,

how could anything bad feel this good?

I think it must be love

'cause I'm writing this poem

about the boy I can't wait to see,

He gives me a hug and I love that kitschy kind

that's something else.