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 that look.
I roll with shook wimps...I'm shaking in my
Kids are behind me eating steak and soup, talking 'bout beatbreaks and
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 a poetry fag actin' gay in my black beret/
I just came to wack-ass caf /
To drink an ice coffee and kill a bit of time before the
Why oh why did I Cappaccino Cooler?/
Now I'm trying to avoid eye contact. see if I can fool her/
I put a of concentration on my face 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 scratch and ink blots/
Is she still there? Standing glaring? I think not/
Look up....think again. Shit...now
Is she going stop making me ink from my pen as I sit and pretend/
I I should have come with a friend. I shrink and I send/
Myself meditation...and I'm on the brink of Zen/
Is she it? I pick up my empty glass...tilt it..and drink the flem/
She's STILL scoping! in fact, chick's a 10/
At least in my book...which isn't all that well read, but it's said /
Once she gets her grip on men simply bend/...backwards.
She attracts nerds, jocks, substitutes and teachers /
Who all profess their love for all of her features/
no fooling this creature, she's WAY fine/
So dope, I'd have to her across state lines or else pay fines/
What's holding me back is what I heard through the vine/
She's a freak who only comes out in the daytime/

"Don't look at me." I can feel the burn of her on my sensitive skin/
I'm anti-social and I know how conversational sentences begin/
Plus, I'm allergic to the medicine of sexual
impotence is sickening. She's sensual...appealing/
Now I'm covering up my region by crossing my legs/
Lost in of whores in my bed. It's awful...so I'm forcing my head/
my forearms. I should...invite her for a cup of Joe/
It would do harm than good...I just know/

I mean...she's no Natalie Portman, and I've been of holding out for her/
Naturally...Now my thoughts spin...and she's on the "out" for
Gradually...contort my so no doubts occur/
I testicular 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 wanna' let you know...I'm the type of person who lies a lot/

Sometimes I fart and I my nose like a maniac/
I'd be glad to front the cost of a date you as long as you pay me back/
If we ever reach the friendship level things like that are shared/
And I know my facial hair is weird...but been waiting for someone like you to shave my beard/

I'm more 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 were initiated and out nostrils flared/
Our eyes started wandering and I was rocking in my

I start fiddling with my gear, I uh on scared that I lost her...in my upfront approach/
She looked at my and noticed what I wrote/
...which was
I said "The funny thing is...I could have used you as a
you sonnets in iambic pentameter and then produced/
Mass amounts of unsent love letters and out-of-tune love
Some valid...but just to get you thinking of marriage/
It's untrue. I don't want to create a first 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.