Behind her beautiful face,
Stands a very sad tale.
Who knew the men in her life,
To her would eventually fail.
She sees me as one,
But me she has not seen.
Could I be the one,
Who wipes her slate clean.
If she will give me a chance,
To show her the real me.
Maybe to other men,
She will be able to see.
To say we are all alike,
To hurl me down into thier depths.
When i have just got to meet her,
She doesn’t know me yet.
So little miss timid,
Bewaring of all men.
Will you give me a chance,
Or just assume once again.