A Short Song About Love - Gary Clark

Am I allowed, to look at her like that?

Could it be wrong, when she’s just so nice to look at?

She smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

You would find her, in a Polaroid picture

And she, means everything to me

I’d never tell

No, I’d never say a word

And oh it aches

Buy it feels oddly good to hurt

She smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

You would find her in a Polaroid picture

And she, means everything to me

And I’ll be okay admiring from afar

Cause even when she’s next to me

We could not be more far apart

Cause she tastes like birthday cake and story time and fall

But to her, I taste of nothing at all

'Cause she smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

You would find her in a Polaroid picture

And she means everything to me

Yes, she

Means everything to me

She-e-e means everything to… me