It could be the way she smiles,
Or perhaps the look on her face;
Whatever it is, I care not to explain:
All I know is that I have a monster crush on her.
So tomorrow to the City of Angels I will sail,
For there’s a part of me that wants to see her;
And possibly shake her hand, and say, “how’s it going?”
For I’ve a reason to believe that she will kindly receive me.
And so I’m going to Los Angeles California to see her,
Whether she turns her back on me, I have nothing to fear;
For I can't see myself loving nobody but her:
And yes, even Grim Reaper himself can’t help but desire of her.