Luyện nghe bài hát Cafe Girl

Author: Francis

We walk as two, but we'll leave one set of tortured
Now she comes...walking through the door...giving that look. Since/
I roll with shook wimps...I'm in my boots/
Kids are behind me eating steak and soup, talking 'bout beatbreaks and
And I wanna' turn around...join in on the convo, but I ain't got jack to
And it's sad to say...I'm a poetry fag actin' gay in my black beret/
I just came to wack-ass caf /
To an ice coffee and kill a bit of time 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 serious about this of non-sensical pen action/
A web of chicken scratch and ink
Is she there? Standing awkwardly glaring? I think 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/
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 least in my book...which all that well read, but it's been said /
Once she gets her grip on men simply bend/...backwards.
She attracts nerds, jocks, substitutes and student /
Who all their 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 state or else pay fines/
What's holding me back is what I through the grape vine/
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 don't know how conversational 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 thoughts of whores in my bed. It's awful...so I'm my head/
my forearms. I should...invite her for a cup of Joe/
It would do more than good...I just know/

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

Our lock.
And stops.../

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

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

Sometimes I fart and I pick my 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 that are
And I know my facial hair is weird...but 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 just stared/
And I was "Uhhh...yeah.../
So ummm...heh..."
twitches were initiated and out nostrils flared/
Our eyes 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 unsent love letters and out-of-tune love
Some valid...but most just to get you thinking of
It's untrue. I 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 up on her shoulders as we exited the entrance.