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(Verse) He needed milk, get a whole wheat loaf for his toast He was low on butter and low on dough He’ll stretch what’s left til his next paycheck Spread it then or steal a couple packets from the doughnut shop Pocketed 4$, sock-less in slippers No keys, left his front door unlocked The bell rang as the store door opened Hello said the man behind the counter He nodded, was not in the mood for a convo The dumpsters and the milk carton was dropped in plastic bag that he grabbed with his left While he palmed with his right a Kit Kat Chunky, Slipped it in his pocket Turned around and bumped in a lady holding chunky soup She said: what a coincidence. Then winked at him, Afraid, he raced out the corner store nervous He heard her telling him to stop You’re under arrest sir He stopped frozen, I don’t know what you saw officer but this chocolate was bought and not stolen Their eyes locked They stood in silence for a minute She dropped her coup cans and kissed him He fought not, Mouth open, her tongue pressed against his Out in the open, a Cincinnati Sunday Letras de cancionesIn front of couples pushing strollers With Starbucks lattés, old men with walking cane Teenagers inhaling cigarettes A lady sticking parking tickets on a windshield A type 2 diabetic begging change And all of the above with the sympathetic pitch With the whole world around them, they continued to kiss Lost in the moment, palms on his shoulders He thought for a moment, this is like a movie All we need is rain, like Ryan and Rachel But I don’t know her name I wonder if it’s Jennifer, Sarah or Lorraine She could be my soul mate We could be forever This is quite the story for the grandkids Gather round for the hundredth time Once upon a time I ran out of milk Not this one again, grandpa But who kisses a complete stranger? What if she’s insane? What if she’s a killer? Targeting shoplifters and I’m her new victim But I don’t wanna stop and I don’t wanna think All I wanna do is feel Then he felt burning from her fingers on the tip On his lower back Her fingers pressed burning through his clothing They kissed while his skin sizzled The flame sparked, the cotton of his crude neck caught fire They kissed harder, the flames spread From his back to his stomach Then her wardrobe joined in, hair on fire Their skin melted into a puddle on the sidewalk Their skeletons collapsed into a pile of bones and teeth The diabetic finally made a dollar That bought him a Kit Kat Chunky on a Cincinnati Sunday. From Letras Mania