Luyện nghe bài hát Cafe Girl

Author: Sage

We as two, but we'll leave one set of tortured footprints/
Now here she comes...walking the door...giving that look. Since/
I roll with shook wimps...I'm in my boots/
Kids are behind me steak and soup, talking 'bout beatbreaks and loops/
And I wanna' turn around...join in on the convo, but I ain't got to say/
And it's sad to say...I'm 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 Cappaccino
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 on a napkin/
Squinting my eyes, acting like I'm really about this mess of non-sensical pen action/
A web of chicken and ink blots/
Is she still there? Standing awkwardly glaring? I not/
Look up....think again. Shit...now
Is she going stop making me waste ink my pen as I sit and pretend/
I I should have come with a friend. I shrink and I send/
Myself into meditation...and I'm on the brink of
Is she it? I pick 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 read, but it's been said /
Once she gets her on men they simply bend/...backwards.
She nerds, jocks, substitutes and student teachers /
Who all profess their 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 is what I heard through the grape vine/
She's a non-conformist who only comes out in the daytime/

"Don't look at me." I can feel the of her stare on my sensitive skin/
I'm anti-social and I don't know how conversational sentences
Plus, I'm allergic to the medicine of sexual
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 would do more harm good...I just know/

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

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 wanna' let you know...I'm the type of person who lies 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 friendship where things like that are shared/
And I know my facial hair is weird...but I've been waiting for someone like you to shave my

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

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

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