Luyện nghe bài hát Cafe Girl

Author: Sage

We as two, but we'll leave one set of tortured footprints/
Now here she comes...walking through the door...giving look. Since/
I with shook wimps...I'm shaking in my boots/
Kids are behind me eating steak and soup, 'bout beatbreaks and loops/
And I wanna' turn around...join in on the convo, but I got jack to say/
And sad to say...I'm just a poetry fag actin' gay in my black beret/
I just to this wack-ass caf /
To drink an ice coffee and kill a bit of time 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, like I'm really serious about this mess of non-sensical pen action/
A web of chicken scratch and ink
Is she still there? awkwardly glaring? I think not/
up....think again. Shit...now when/
Is she going stop me waste ink from my pen as I sit and pretend/
I knew I should have with a friend. I shrink and I send/
Myself meditation...and I'm on the brink of Zen/
Is she buying it? I pick up my glass...tilt it..and drink 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 /
Once she gets her grip on men they bend/...backwards.
She attracts nerds, jocks, and student teachers /
Who all profess their love for all of her protruding
There's no fooling this creature, WAY fine/
So dope, I'd have to smuggle her across state lines or pay fines/
What's holding me back is what I heard through the vine/
She's a non-conformist freak who comes out in the daytime/

"Don't at me." I can feel the burn of her stare on my sensitive skin/
I'm anti-social and I know how conversational sentences begin/
Plus, I'm allergic to the medicine of healing/
This impotence is sickening. 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/
into my forearms. I should...invite her for a cup of
It would do more harm than good...I just

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

Our lock.
And stops.../

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

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

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

I'm usually more discreet about my insecurities, but today...I just prepared."/
In all honesty...this dame stared/
And I was "Uhhh...yeah.../
So ummm...heh..."
Nervous twitches were initiated and out flared/
Our eyes wandering and I was rocking in my chair/

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 thing is...I could have used you as a muse/
Wrote you sonnets in iambic pentameter and produced/
Mass amounts of love letters and out-of-tune love ballads/
Some valid...but most just to get you thinking of
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.