Luyện nghe bài hát Cafe Girl

Author: Francis

We walk as two, but leave one set of tortured footprints/
Now here she comes...walking the door...giving that look. Since/
I roll with shook wimps...I'm shaking in my
Kids are behind me steak and soup, talking 'bout beatbreaks and loops/
And I wanna' turn around...join in on the convo, but I 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 this caf /
To drink an ice coffee and a bit of time before 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 face as I scribble on a
Squinting my eyes, acting like I'm really serious this mess of non-sensical pen action/
A web of scratch and ink blots/
Is she still there? Standing awkwardly glaring? I think
Look up....think again. Shit...now
Is she going stop making me waste ink from my pen as I sit and
I knew I should have come a friend. I shrink and I send/
Myself into meditation...and I'm on the of Zen/
Is she buying it? I up my empty glass...tilt it..and drink the flem/
STILL scoping! in fact, this chick's a 10/
At least in my book...which isn't all well read, but it's been said /
Once she gets her grip on men simply bend/...backwards.
She attracts nerds, jocks, and student teachers /
Who all profess their love for all of her protruding
There's no fooling creature, she's 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 freak who only comes out in the

"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 sentences begin/
Plus, I'm to the medicine of sexual healing/
impotence is sickening. She's sensual...appealing/
Now I'm covering up my region by crossing my legs/
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 harm good...I just know/

I mean...she's no Natalie Portman, and I've been kind of out for her/
Naturally...Now my thoughts spin...and she's on the "out" for
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

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

Sometimes I fart and I my nose like a maniac/
I'd be to front 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 hair is weird...but I've been for someone like you to shave my beard/

I'm usually 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 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 and noticed what I wrote/
...which was
I said "The 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 want to a first impression I can't live up to/
I...just...wanna...

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