Luyện nghe bài hát Cafe Girl

Author: Sage

We walk as two, but we'll leave one set of footprints/
Now here she comes...walking through the door...giving look. Since/
I roll shook wimps...I'm shaking in my boots/
Kids are behind me eating 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 a bit of time before the matinee/
Why oh why did I Cappaccino Cooler?/
Now I'm trying to avoid eye contact. see if I can fool her/
I put a look of concentration on my as I scribble on a napkin/
Squinting my eyes, acting like I'm serious about this mess of non-sensical pen action/
A web of chicken scratch and ink
Is she still there? Standing glaring? 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 have come with a friend. I shrink and I send/
Myself into meditation...and I'm on the brink of
Is she buying it? I pick up my empty glass...tilt it..and the flem/
She's scoping! in fact, this chick's a 10/
At least in my book...which isn't all that well read, but it's said /
Once she her grip on men they simply bend/...backwards.
She attracts nerds, jocks, substitutes and teachers /
Who all profess their love for all of her protruding
There's no fooling this creature, WAY fine/
So dope, I'd have to her across state lines or else pay fines/
What's me back is what I heard through the grape vine/
She's a non-conformist freak who comes out in the daytime/

"Don't look at me." I can the burn of her stare on my sensitive skin/
I'm anti-social and I know how conversational sentences begin/
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 my legs/
Lost in thoughts of whores in my bed. 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 I've been kind of holding out for
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

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

I fart 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 level where things like are shared/
And I know my hair is weird...but I've been waiting for someone like you to shave 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..."
Nervous twitches were initiated and out nostrils
Our started wandering and I was rocking in my chair/

I start fiddling with my gear, I uh continued on that I lost her...in my upfront approach/
She looked at my napkin and what I wrote/
...which was
I "The funny thing is...I could have used you as a muse/
Wrote you sonnets in iambic pentameter and produced/
Mass 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 to create a first impression I can't live 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.