More than just these eyes?
Do you see the soul that’s in disguise?
Do you hear the song my heart is playing?
When you look at me do you see
More than just these lips?
Do you see more than just a kiss?
Do you hear the words that I am saying?
You say you like green eyes when mine are clearly brown.
You say you like my smile when all you do is make me frown.
I’m running round in circles in a never ending race,
Will I ever be more to you than just a pretty face?
By: Natasha Spiers, 2005