Hey Mister

Hey mister, your eyes, they look like earth,
With a green bud growing in the center like birth.
I think the sun touch your skin a little bit more.
Now I know what fingertips are good for.
Carressing and blessing,
my heart starts confessing.
You’re the kind of guy who’s gonna waste my time.
Gonna give you a dollar
and you’ll give me a dime.
I don’t see why you feel the need to be so damn hard to read.
You’re the star in the sky that makes the others dim.
One that makes the other ones' chances slim.
Tell me, what trick did your momma pull
to make you so damn beautiful?
So beautiful.
Hey mister, your smile, it looks like bliss,
And your lips are like a billboard for the kiss.
My dreams all come with the picture of you.
The times when you’re not on my mind are few.
You’re gonna drive me crazy,
I’m starting to find, falling for you, I already regret.
'Cause you’re the kind of guy who’s gonna waste my time.
Gonna give you a dollar and you’ll give me a dime.
I don’t see why you feel the need to be so damn hard to read.
You’re the star in the sky that makes the others dim.
The one who make the other ones' chances slim.
Tell me, what trick did your momma pull
to make you so damn beautiful.
So beautiful.
Hey mister, I wish that I could stay (wish that I could stay)
but I know all my joy would go away (all my joy would go away).
I don’t care what you think.
I don’t need your dirty dishes in my kitchen sink.
So begone, roll on, stroll on, get the hell out of my life.
Hey mister! Hey mister you blister my heart.
Oh. You blister my heart.
Hey mister, your eyes, they look like earth,
With a green bud growing in the center like birth.
Growing in the center like birth. Growing in the center like birth.
Growning in the center like birth.
He loves me, he loves me not.