Pretty Posh

If she's DC I'm in Stan Lee's Galaxy And that's metaphorically Singing clearly How I see She's keen cause it's just Another fantasy That I daydream Her eyes seem To glue me To the concrete As she speaks I freeze Secretly just Trembling She stares so beautifully Right at me I'm clearly Between My dreams and reality It seems to come so Naturally to me My friends leans to me And winks irritatingly I sarcastically hiss, "How's one oblivious?" To the fact that I stare speechless C'mon man? In a white shirt And blue jeans She don't need No gucci She stares so beautifully Right at me I'm clearly Between My dreams and reality It seems to come so Naturally to me She stares so beautifully Right at me I'm clearly Between My dreams and reality It seems to come so Naturally to me