You're kinda cute, you tell stupid jokes
You have messy hair, you do facebook posts
Only wear tee shirts with striped socks,
Terrified of spiders, you're a wrestling jock

But you have those dark grey eyes that stare through mine,
Those dirty hands that hold my hand tight
Messy hair that never looks right and that perfect timid smile
That makes you, that makes you my guy

You hum a lot you really can't sing
You dance around with two left feet
You play guitar with a broken string
And you love a girl who loves you for everything

But you have those dark grey eyes that stare through mine,
Those dirty hands that hold my hand tight
Messy hair that never looks right and that perfect timid smile
That makes you, that makes you my guy

Every day wears the same blue jacket,
Keeps the chapstick in his pocket,
Obsessed with his baseball cap,
Never learned how to whistle or snap
Finds it hard to keep still and stay put
Only guy that trips over'is own foot
Talks a lot but really shy and that perfect timid smile

But you have those dark grey eyes that stare through mine,
Those dirty hands that hold my hand tight
Messy hair that never looks right and that perfect timid smile
That makes you, yeah it makes you

And you walk around with one shoe untied
Always saying "hellogoodbye"
And everywhere we go you take that stupid bike
And that perfect timid smile
And that makes you my guy

It makes you my guy
With those dark grey eyes

(And that makes you my guy)
Every day wears the same blue jacket
(And that makes you my guy)

Keeps the chapstick in his pocket,
Obsessed with his baseball cap,
(And that makes you my guy)
Never learned how to whistle or snap
Finds it hard to keep still and stay put
(And that makes you my guy)
Only guy that trips over'is own foot
Talks a lot but really shy and that perfect timid smile

It makes you, it makes you my guy