This one is about this girl I met in high school it’s called Jani:

This goes out to the brown eyed girl,
who opened up to share her world.
She’s not a girl of diamonds or pearls,
doesn’t play around with pointed toes.
And when we’re out to me she sticks like glue,
so the other guys are only left with clues,
about who she is and what she wants to do.
She drinks wine for breakfast and juice at late,
which makes me wonder if it’s just fate.
She doesn’t want roses and movies,
to her shopping is losing,
Becuase she wears the same pants on Tuesdays.
And when Wednesday comes she’s the same sweet girl,
who drinks wine in the morning, juice at night,
doesn’t want diamonds and doesn’t need pearls.