She was one of those girls you always look at when she comes in the room,
you try to see her out of the corner of your eye,
you watch where she sits
and when she looks up you look away quickly, so you’re not just staring at her.
She has that long flowing hair that drives people crazy
and she is really well shaped.
Not thin like some stick, but pretty.
Her nose is a knockout; it sits there like it was made for nothing
but looking pretty.
When she smiles, it’s like when you see a new sports car or when you see a thousand dollars in cash,
you just look at it because you know it is so good.
But she comes in the room surrounded by friends
and smiling that thousands of dollars in a sports car smile
And she sits down over near the old timber bookshelves that have been there
since 100 AD or something
and she just owns the place.
We all belong here, and we can all take out the books and write on our laptops,
but she owns it, like we are lucky she lets us stay.
Anyway, no one from my table, over near the vending machines, can talk to her,
we all just look up every now and again
and feel that happy, calm feeling.
Knowing that someone so beautiful
can exist in the same town, the same university, as we do.
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