He prances around, his hair in a mess
With tight, skinny jeans and a little black vest
His eyes shaded black, matching his clothes and hair
Whilst he says what he thinks, doesn’t matter who’s there
His beautiful use of language and impressive vocab
I watch him in awe, who cares if he’s a cad
His sparkling wit and boy-like charm
His pale structured face and skinny white arms
A cockney accent beside articulate slur
This man simply baffles me, sends my head in a whirl
His past on show for all to see
Letting everyone know him, you and me
A vulnerability awkward and shy
Some wouldn’t believe he’s arrogant, that guy
But all I see behind that big nest of hair
Is someone that’s got himself here, from there
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