Luyện nghe bài hát Cafe Girl

Author: Sage

We walk as two, but we'll leave one set of tortured
Now here she comes...walking the door...giving that look. Since/
I with shook wimps...I'm shaking in my boots/
Kids are behind me eating steak and soup, talking 'bout 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 beret/
I just came to this caf /
To drink an ice and kill a bit of time before the matinee/
Why oh why did I need Cappaccino
Now I'm trying to avoid eye contact. Lets see if I can her/
I put a of concentration on my face as I scribble on a napkin/
Squinting my eyes, acting like I'm really serious about this mess of pen action/
A web of chicken and ink blots/
Is she there? Standing awkwardly glaring? I think not/
Look up....think again. Shit...now
Is she going stop making me waste ink 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 pick up my empty glass...tilt it..and the flem/
She's scoping! in fact, this chick's a 10/
At least in my book...which isn't all that read, but it's been said /
she gets her grip on men they simply bend/...backwards.
She attracts nerds, jocks, substitutes and teachers /
Who all profess their love for all of her features/
There's no fooling creature, she's WAY fine/
So dope, I'd to smuggle her across state lines or else pay fines/
What's me back is what I heard through the grape vine/
She's a non-conformist freak who comes out in the daytime/

"Don't look at me." I can feel the 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/
This is sickening. She's sensual...appealing/
Now I'm up my crotch 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 more harm than good...I just

I mean...she's no Natalie Portman, and I've been kind of holding out for
Naturally...Now my thoughts spin...and 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 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 person who 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 as you pay me back/
If we ever the friendship level where things like that are shared/
And I know my facial hair is weird...but I've been waiting for like you to shave my beard/

I'm usually discreet about 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 were and out nostrils flared/
Our started wandering and I was rocking in my chair/

I start fiddling with my gear, I uh continued on scared 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 used you as a muse/
you sonnets in iambic pentameter and then produced/
Mass amounts of unsent love letters and love ballads/
valid...but most 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 as we exited the entrance.