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.