My glasses, my glasses
I have none
But she has some
They sit upon her face
And hide her brown eyes
Her hair gets entangled in them
But her hair always falls into place
They are like a shield to her
Always protecting
Making her more unique
Even if she already is unique
In her own little ways
Her glasses make her seem smarter
But once you get to know her
You'll find she already is
Glasses or not
She is beautiful
With her brown eyes and hair
She is beautiful
Her spunky atittude
Gets her everywhere
But her glasses, she does not need them
Only to see everything clear
But even with or without her glasses
She is beautiful
