Blondie

I don't know if she ever lost her cool.
Couldn't imagine her screaming crying or lying.
She strolled past me, hair over one eye.
She smiled like she knew me.
Perhaps I could get to know her.

I saw one pale blue eye like the Velvets cry.
I circled her she kept me their.
Cool blonde and styled
Like her love satellite.

Her lips moved to speak.
Revealing her perfect teeth.
She asked me, whats my pleasure.
A movie or a measure
I thought, I must be dreaming.