To the adorable lady struttin' her stuff in Isle Hall each morning at
Eastern. I've seen you almost everyday since September walking around the
second floor at about 9:55. From your bike bag and swagger to your A-line
cut of curls and leather jacket, I have fallen for you. I'm just the tall
brunette with specs you may have spotted once or twice. I want to make you
tea every morning and kiss you every night. Wanna be this lady's lady?