Singing to Monarchy
Oh, his eyes, his eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining
His hair, his hair, falls perfectly without him trying
He's so handsome, and I tell him every day
Yeah, I know, I know, when I compliment him he won't believe me
And it's so, it's so, sad to think that he don't see what I see
But every time he asks me do I look ok, I say