Luyện nghe bài hát Cafe Girl

Author: Francis

We as two, but we'll leave one set of tortured footprints/
Now here she comes...walking the door...giving that look. Since/
I with shook wimps...I'm shaking in my boots/
Kids are behind me eating steak and soup, talking 'bout 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 poetry fag gay in my black beret/
I came to this wack-ass caf /
To drink an ice and kill a bit of time 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 like I'm really about this mess of non-sensical pen action/
A web of scratch and ink blots/
Is she still Standing awkwardly 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 should have come with a friend. I shrink and I
Myself 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, she's WAY
So dope, I'd to smuggle her across state lines or else pay fines/
What's holding me is what I heard through the grape vine/
She's a non-conformist freak who only 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 don't know how conversational sentences
Plus, I'm allergic to the of sexual healing/
impotence is sickening. She's sensual...appealing/
Now I'm covering up my region by crossing 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 than good...I just

I mean...she's no Natalie Portman, and I've kind of holding out for her/
Naturally...Now my thoughts spin...and on the "out" for sure/
Gradually...contort my mindframe so no occur/
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 other guys jock/
I just wanna' let you know...I'm the of person who lies a lot/

Sometimes I fart and I pick my nose a maniac/
I'd be glad to front the cost of a date with you as as you pay me back/
If we ever the friendship level where things like that are shared/
And I know my facial 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 scared that I lost her...in my upfront
She looked at my napkin and noticed what I
...which was
I said "The funny thing is...I could have used you as a
Wrote you sonnets in iambic pentameter and produced/
Mass amounts of love letters and out-of-tune love ballads/
Some valid...but most just to get you thinking of
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. me before the sun sets."/
So I up on her shoulders as we exited the entrance.