Paroles de Cafe girl

Sage Francis

pochette album Cafe girl
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Date de parution : 01/01/2002

Durée : 0:04:11

Style : Alternative

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Author: sage francis

We walk as two, but we'll leave one set of tortured footprints/
Now here she comes...walking through the 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 caf /
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. 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/
What'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 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/ 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 start fiddling with my gear, i uh continued on scared that i lost my upfront approach/
She looked at my napkin and noticed what i wrote/
...which was nothing
I 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/

She said "nuff said. i'm a theme park. ride me before the sun sets."/
So i jumped up on her shoulders as we exited the entrance.

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