[00:00.000] 作曲 : Amelia Fletcher
[00:09.546]He looks so cool in his jeans：
[00:15.126]That are real tight, bleached, ripped, split
[00:18.046]And he's sort of cute in his coat:
[00:23.386]Plastic mac with gold glitter on
[00:26.289]He's really gear in his shirt:
[00:31.649]Coloured purple-pink splash design
[00:35.903]He looks just great in his boots:
[00:40.153]Pointy ankle-highs
[00:42.768]I love him lots and I wish that he'd see me
[00:47.025]The Cool Guitar Boy
[00:51.226]He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string
[00:55.218]And smiles. Oh pure joy!
[00:58.665]And I wish he'd see me
[01:02.640]And I want him to love me
[01:07.175]Cos I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms
[01:20.680]He looks so neat with his hair
[01:26.017]Which is tousled up long mess and
[01:28.609]He acts all coy, smiles and hides
[01:34.133]Could he like me? I have to guess
[01:38.082]He looks so cool in his shades
[01:42.593]Hide his eyes, might be looking my way
[01:46.337]Never speaks, which I like
[01:50.578]Doesn't have much to say
[01:53.230]I love him lots and I wish that he'd see me
[01:57.496]The Cool Guitar Boy
[02:01.423]He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string
[02:05.173]And smiles. Oh pure joy!
[02:09.086]And I wish he'd see me
[02:13.065]And I want him to love me
[02:17.058]Cos I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms
[02:30.596]I love him lots and I wish that he'd see me
[02:34.850]The Cool Guitar Boy
[02:38.589]He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string
[02:42.341]And smiles. Oh pure joy!
[02:46.072]And I wish he'd see me
[02:49.817]And I want him to love me
[02:53.788]Cos I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms

作曲 : Amelia Fletcher
He looks so cool in his jeans：
That are real tight, bleached, ripped, split
And he's sort of cute in his coat:
Plastic mac with gold glitter on
He's really gear in his shirt:
Coloured purple-pink splash design
He looks just great in his boots:
Pointy ankle-highs
I love him lots and I wish that he'd see me
The Cool Guitar Boy
He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string
And smiles. Oh pure joy!
And I wish he'd see me
And I want him to love me
Cos I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms
He looks so neat with his hair
Which is tousled up long mess and
He acts all coy, smiles and hides
Could he like me? I have to guess
He looks so cool in his shades
Hide his eyes, might be looking my way
Never speaks, which I like
Doesn't have much to say
I love him lots and I wish that he'd see me
The Cool Guitar Boy
He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string
And smiles. Oh pure joy!
And I wish he'd see me
And I want him to love me
Cos I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms
I love him lots and I wish that he'd see me
The Cool Guitar Boy
He looks so brilliant when he plays his twelve-string
And smiles. Oh pure joy!
And I wish he'd see me
And I want him to love me
Cos I know there's heaven, heaven in his arms