Too Cool for Words
Here's another song I wrote with my brother:
Too Cool For Words
When he spoke to me
The world stood still
My knees went weak
And I lost all will
You know without a word
He has a lot to say
But volumes are inferred
With just one “hey”
He’s got that style
And the way that he moves
His mischievous smile
And a voice that soothes
He’s too cool for words
He’s rebellious and free
And invades my core
His independent streak
Makes me want him more
When he gives you that look
You will feel it too
There’s no immunity
For what he does to you
He’s got that style
And the way that he moves
His mischievous smile
And a voice that soothes
He’s too cool for words
