Luyện nghe bài hát Cafe Girl

Author: Francis

We walk as two, but we'll leave one set of tortured
Now here she comes...walking through the door...giving that look.
I with shook wimps...I'm shaking in my boots/
Kids are behind me eating steak and soup, 'bout 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 poetry fag actin' gay in my black
I just came to wack-ass caf /
To drink an ice coffee and kill a bit of time the matinee/
Why oh why did I need Cappaccino
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 I'm really serious about this mess of non-sensical pen action/
A web of scratch and ink blots/
Is she still Standing awkwardly glaring? I think not/
up....think again. Shit...now when/
Is she going stop making me waste ink from my pen as I sit and
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 drink the
STILL scoping! in fact, this chick's a 10/
At in my book...which isn't all that well read, but it's been said /
Once she gets her grip on men they bend/...backwards.
She attracts nerds, jocks, 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 have to smuggle her across lines or else pay fines/
What's holding me back is 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 burn of her stare on my skin/
I'm anti-social and I don't know how sentences begin/
Plus, I'm allergic to the medicine of healing/
impotence is sickening. She's sensual...appealing/
Now I'm covering up my crotch region by crossing my
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 than good...I just know/

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

Our lock.
And stops.../

She over 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 type of person who lies a

Sometimes I fart and I my nose 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 friendship level where things like that are
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 about my insecurities, but today...I ain't prepared."/
In all honesty...this dame just
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 fiddling with my gear, I uh continued on scared that I lost her...in my upfront approach/
She at my napkin and noticed what I wrote/
...which was
I said "The funny is...I could have used you as a muse/
you sonnets in iambic pentameter and then produced/
Mass amounts of love letters and out-of-tune love ballads/
Some valid...but most just to get you thinking of
untrue. I don't want 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.