Luyện nghe bài hát Cafe Girl

Author: Sage

We as two, but we'll leave one set of tortured footprints/
Now she comes...walking through the door...giving that look. Since/
I roll with wimps...I'm shaking in my boots/
Kids are behind me eating steak and soup, talking beatbreaks and loops/
And I wanna' around...join in on the convo, but I ain't got jack to say/
And it's sad to say...I'm just a fag actin' gay in my black beret/
I just came to 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 trying to eye contact. Lets see if I can fool her/
I put a look of concentration on my as I scribble on a napkin/
Squinting my eyes, acting I'm really serious about this mess of non-sensical pen action/
A web of chicken scratch and ink
Is she still there? Standing awkwardly glaring? I not/
up....think again. Shit...now when/
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/
into meditation...and I'm on the brink of Zen/
Is she buying it? I up my empty glass...tilt it..and drink the flem/
She's STILL scoping! in fact, this a 10/
At least in my book...which isn't all that well read, but it's been /
Once she gets her grip on men simply bend/...backwards.
She nerds, jocks, substitutes and student teachers /
Who all profess love for all of her protruding features/
There's no fooling this creature, WAY fine/
So dope, I'd have to smuggle her across state lines or 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 know how conversational sentences begin/
Plus, I'm to the medicine of sexual healing/
This is sickening. She's sensual...appealing/
Now I'm covering up my crotch region by crossing my
Lost in of whores in my bed. It's awful...so I'm forcing my head/
my forearms. I should...invite her for a cup of Joe/
It do more harm than good...I just know/

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

Our lock.
And stops.../

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

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

Sometimes I fart and I pick my like a maniac/
I'd be glad to the cost of a date with you as long as you pay me back/
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 like you to shave my beard/

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

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

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