I see your legs crossed at the knee
I see you dotting your eyes and crossing your tease
I wonder why you're staring at me
I see you looking down with ease
With a pretty little smile and bunched up hair
No one revolving you stands a chance
I seriously think you're copying what I do
Does that make me the sun,
and you the moon
Or does that leave me
with a pad in my hand
and a pen in yours
She turned her body toward the aisle
I kicked my leg up and showed some hair
I pucked my lips and turned my head
She reached into her bag
and covered up her beautiful eyes
With some sunglasses on, fine and trendy
that I had been wearing from sunrise
If I had been standing, my knees would be bending
No words, softly spoken
Burning, Burning, Burning, Burning
Grim grey clouds, parted north
sky blue love, all around
Smoothest contours I have ever seen
humid land makes me keen
Sitting, staring, high heels on
accentuating and distorting, images are rife, now done
only cooled down when I winked
and saw a good old bone
with a ring
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