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We walk as two, but we'll leave one set of tortured footprints/Now here she comes...walking through the door...giving that look. Since/I roll with shook wimps...I'm shaking in my boots/Kids 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 say/ And it's sad to say...I'm just a poetry fag actin' gay in my black beret/I just came to this wack-ass café / To drink an ice coffee and kill a bit of time before the matinee/Why oh why did I need Cappaccino Cooler?/Now I'm trying to avoid eye contact. Lets see if I can fool her/I put a look of concentration on my face as I scribble on a napkin/Squinting my eyes, acting like I'm really serious about this mess of non-sensical pen action/A web of chicken scratch and ink blots/Is she still there? Standing awkwardly glaring? I think not/Look up....think again. Shit...now when/Is she going 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 send/Myself into meditation...and I'm on the brink of Zen/Is she buying it? I pick up my empty glass...tilt it..and drink the flem/She's STILL scoping! in fact, this chick's a 10/At least in my book...which isn't all that well read, but it's been said / Once she gets her grip on men they simply bend/...backwards.She attracts nerds, jocks, substitutes and student teachers / Who all profess their love for all of her protruding features/There's no fooling this creature, she's WAY fine/So dope, I'd have to smuggle her across state lines or else pay fines/Letras de cancionesWhat's holding me back is what I heard through the grape vine/She's a non-conformist freak who only comes out in the daytime/ "Don't look at me." I can feel the burn of her stare on my sensitive skin/I'm anti-social and I don't know how conversational sentences begin/Plus, I'm allergic to the medicine of sexual healing/This impotence is sickening. She's sensual...appealing/Now I'm covering up my crotch region by crossing my legs/Lost in thoughts 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 Joe/It would do more harm than good...I just know/ I mean...she's no Natalie Portman, and I've been kind of holding out for her/Naturally...Now my thoughts spin...and she's on the "out" for sure/Gradually...contort my mindframe so no doubts occur/I activate testicular bravery and I shout to her/ Our eyes lock.And time stops.../ She floats over to my spot...and I say "Hi, I'm not/ trying 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 lies a lot/ Sometimes I fart and I pick my nose like a maniac/I'd be glad to front the cost of a date with you as long as you pay me back/If we ever reach the friendship level where things like that are shared/And I know my facial hair 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 ain't prepared."/In all honesty...this dame just stared/And I was like "Uhhh...yeah.../So ummm...heh..." Nervous twitches were initiated and out nostrils flared/Our eyes started wandering and I was rocking in my chair/ I just continued on scared that I lost her...in my upfront approach/She looked at my napkin and noticed what I wrote/...which was nothingI said "The funny thing is...I could have used you as a muse/Wrote you sonnets in iambic pentameter and then produced/Mass amounts of unsent love letters and out-of-tune love ballads/Some valid...but most just to get you thinking of marriage/It's untrue. I don't want to create a first impression I can't live up to/I...just...wanna... She said "Nuff said. I'm a theme park. Ride me until the sun sets."/So I jumped up on her shoulders as we exited the entrance. From Letras Mania