Bettty

Her hair’s a storm cloud

Wild and free

She stands by the sink

Humming softly to me

The knife in her hand

A rhythm so slow

Peeling those carrots

Like it’s her own show

Oh Betty

Oh Betty

You make it an art

Peeling away

You’re stealing my heart

On a Sunday morning

No need for a dress

Just your quiet magic

In your carrot caress

The sunlight sneaks in

Kisses her face

Her fingers dance with a careless grace

Orange ribbons fall

Curling to the floor

I could watch her forever

And still want more

She doesn’t even know

No

She can’t see

What that moment does

What it does to me

Oh Betty

Oh Betty

You make it an art

Peeling away

You’re stealing my heart

On a Sunday morning

No need for a dress

Just your quiet magic

In your carrot caress

Is it the way she moves

So calm

So slow

Or the way she hums songs only she knows

It’s not just the carrots

It’s something more

She peels my layers

Right to my core