Luyện nghe bài hát Cafe Girl

Author: Sage

We as two, but we'll leave one set of tortured footprints/
Now she comes...walking through the door...giving that look. Since/
I roll with wimps...I'm shaking in my boots/
are behind me eating steak and soup, talking 'bout beatbreaks and loops/
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 to this wack-ass caf /
To an ice coffee and kill a bit of time before the matinee/
Why oh why did I Cappaccino Cooler?/
Now I'm trying to avoid eye contact. Lets see if I can her/
I put a look of on my face as I scribble on a napkin/
Squinting my eyes, like I'm really serious about this mess of non-sensical pen action/
A web of scratch and ink blots/
Is she there? Standing awkwardly glaring? I think not/
Look up....think again. Shit...now
Is she stop 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 into meditation...and I'm on the brink of
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 been said /
Once she gets her grip on men they bend/...backwards.
She attracts nerds, jocks, substitutes and teachers /
Who all profess their for all of her protruding features/
no fooling this creature, she's WAY fine/
So dope, I'd have to smuggle her across state or else pay fines/
What's holding me back is what I heard through the grape
She's a non-conformist who only comes out in the daytime/

"Don't look at me." I can the burn of her stare on my sensitive skin/
I'm and I don't know how conversational sentences begin/
Plus, I'm allergic to the medicine of healing/
This is sickening. She's sensual...appealing/
Now I'm covering up my crotch by crossing my legs/
Lost in 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 of holding out for her/
Naturally...Now my thoughts spin...and 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 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 type of person who 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 reach the friendship level where things that are shared/
And I know my facial hair is weird...but I've been waiting for someone like you to my beard/

I'm usually more discreet my insecurities, but today...I just ain't prepared."/
In all honesty...this dame just
And I was "Uhhh...yeah.../
So ummm...heh..."
Nervous twitches 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 at my napkin and noticed what I wrote/
...which was
I said "The funny thing is...I could used you as a muse/
Wrote you sonnets in pentameter and then produced/
Mass amounts of unsent love letters and out-of-tune ballads/
valid...but most just to get you thinking of marriage/
It's untrue. I don't want to create a first impression I live up to/
I...just...wanna...

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