Cool Guitar Boy lyrics

He looks so cool in his jeans that are real tight, bleached, ripped, split And he's sort of cute in his coat: Plastic mac with gold glitter on He's really gear in his shirt: Coloured purple-pink splash design He looks just great with his boots: Pointy ankle-highs I love him lots and I wish that he'd see me: The cool guitar boy He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles Oh, pure joy And I wish he'd see me And I want him to love me 'Cause I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms He looks so neat with his hair, which is tousled up long mess And he acts all coy, runs and hides Does he like me? I have to guess He looks real cool in his shades, hide his eyes, might be looking my way Never speaks, which I like, doesn't have much to say I love him lots and I wish that he'd see me: The cool guitar boy He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles Oh, pure joy And I wish he'd see me And I want him to love me 'Cause I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms I love him lots and I wish that he'd see me: The cool guitar boy He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string and smiles Oh, pure joy And I wish he'd see me And I want him to love me 'Cause I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms