Luyện nghe bài hát Cafe Girl

Author: Francis

We as two, but we'll leave one set of tortured footprints/
Now she comes...walking through the door...giving that look. Since/
I with shook wimps...I'm shaking in my boots/
are behind me eating steak and soup, talking 'bout beatbreaks and loops/
And I wanna' turn around...join in on the convo, but I ain't got jack to
And sad to say...I'm just a poetry fag actin' gay in my black beret/
I came to this wack-ass caf /
To drink an ice coffee and kill a bit of before the matinee/
Why oh why did I need Cooler?/
Now I'm to avoid eye contact. Lets see if I can fool her/
I put a look of concentration on my face as I scribble on a
Squinting my eyes, acting like I'm really serious about this mess of pen action/
A web of scratch and ink blots/
Is she still there? Standing awkwardly I think not/
Look up....think again. Shit...now
Is she going making me waste ink from my pen as I sit and pretend/
I knew I should have come with a friend. I and I send/
Myself into meditation...and I'm on the brink of
Is she buying it? I pick up my glass...tilt it..and drink the flem/
STILL scoping! in fact, this chick's a 10/
At least in my book...which all that well read, but it's been said /
Once she gets her grip on men simply bend/...backwards.
She attracts nerds, jocks, substitutes and student /
Who all profess their love for all of her protruding
There's no fooling creature, she's WAY fine/
So dope, I'd to smuggle her across state lines or else pay fines/
What's holding me back is what I heard through the grape
She's a freak who only comes out in the daytime/

"Don't look at me." I can feel the burn of her stare on my skin/
I'm anti-social and I don't how conversational sentences begin/
Plus, I'm allergic to the medicine of sexual
impotence is sickening. She's sensual...appealing/
Now I'm covering up my crotch by crossing my legs/
in thoughts of whores in my bed. It's awful...so I'm forcing my head/
into my forearms. I should...invite her for a cup of
It would do more harm than good...I know/

I mean...she's no Natalie Portman, and I've kind of holding out for her/
Naturally...Now my thoughts spin...and she's on the "out" for
Gradually...contort my so no doubts occur/
I activate testicular and I shout to her/

Our lock.
And stops.../

She floats to my spot...
and I say "Hi, I'm

to hit on you like the way all these other guys jock/
I just wanna' let you know...I'm the type of person who a lot/

Sometimes I and I pick my nose like a maniac/
I'd be glad to front the cost of a date with you as long as you pay me
If we ever reach the level where things like that are shared/
And I know my facial hair is weird...but I've been waiting for someone like you to my beard/

I'm usually more discreet my insecurities, but today...I just ain't prepared."/
In all honesty...this dame stared/
And I was "Uhhh...yeah.../
So ummm...heh..."
twitches were initiated and out nostrils flared/
Our eyes started wandering and I was rocking in my

I start fiddling with my gear, I uh continued on scared that I her...in my upfront approach/
She at my napkin and noticed what I wrote/
...which was
I said "The thing is...I could have used you as a muse/
Wrote you sonnets in iambic pentameter and produced/
Mass amounts of unsent letters and out-of-tune love ballads/
Some valid...but most just to get you of marriage/
It's untrue. I don't to create a first impression I can't live up to/
I...just...wanna...

She said "Nuff said. I'm a park. Ride me before the sun sets."/
So I jumped up on her shoulders as we the entrance.