Hey Misty, there isn't a dry eye
You're so, damn, beautiful…
You make me want to cry.
Hey Misty, there isn't a dry eye
You're like an angel, almost astral…
You sing, like a blackbird of the sky.
Hey Misty, there isn't a dry eye
Was your parentage Elvis & Priscilla
You're so damn; beautiful…
Oh and I feel so god damn silly.
Oh let me pick you a red Camilla…
On this cold, wet April day
Hey Misty, Hey Misty…
Hey Misty, there isn't a dry eye
Tell me you want me to stay
Hey Misty, you is even more beautiful today.
Oh Lord I could cry.
Mark Heathcote
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hey-misty/
