He had
Brown hair
And black coffee in his gaze
When I
Looked up
I saw his beautiful face
Skinny jeans and moccasins
And a bright blue V-Neck tee
But to me he'll always be
Just the guy at the DMV
I guess that I'm a stalker
Cause I heard his mom talk to her
Friend and say
In a perfect way
That he happens to play the bass
Which, you know, is just like me
And we're both tall like the trees
My mind ran away
And I heard it say
If we were together
We would write songs forever
But, you see, he's just the
Guy at the DMV.
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