I guess it's these Irish guys that get me.
Their brown eyes,
Their sweet smiles,
They get the best of me.
Some have that inviting personality,
Those glistening eyes,
A kind, gentle voice.
Nevermind how sweet they can be--
Sugar-coated, almost.
There's just something in them.
Something catches me head-over-heels,
Never fails to weaken my knees.
I could almost melt at the sight of him.
Barely getting to know him makes me fall even deeper.
Once you do,
Too late to turn back.
The whirlpool of green, white, orange,
And some sparkly love
Caught you.
In the mix with no escape.
Ready to go on a date?
They're offering...
But gurl you gotta flirt the right way
Or else
No questions will be asked.
Those sweet brown eyes
Dark brown hair
Warm white smile...
Damn, it's just those Irish boys that get me.