| Do You Like Me? |
[22 Jan 2008|09:19pm] |
I wish to God I wasn't the typical girl
That something was on my mind other than a boy
That I didn't have to play sweet, innocent, coy
That I could be myself.
Not that I'm fake, pretending, or false,
But it's too damned hard to waltz around this subject.
It's touchy, and I'll leave it at that.
I feel like my foot is in the door,
But my heart is on the floor
And I can't seem to pour out the words
So I stay silent
I keep telling myself that maybe
Tomorrow he'll say "baby,
Let's get a drink," like it's a guarentee and
You don't need to tell me that tomorrow never comes.
So I keep searching for a way
Like today on my way into work
And they say we've got a display
Of our new fragrance- it's called
Supermodel.
And I'm thinking "Great,
I'll pour this on and wait.
How long till I lose weight
Grow to five-foot-eight
And begin to get the traits
Needed to become a model.
Cause I look on tv and all I see
Is what a boy wants a girl to be
And maybe this scent is the key
To bringing him to me and
we would be...so happy.
Though I begin to think
That maybe Supoermodel and Pink
Won't led to a drink and
Perhaps I should use paper and ink
To simply imply that I
Might be shy, but I've had my eye
On you, and I think perhaps we might try
To set up a date (that is, if you're straight)
And I await your reply.
Check yes or no.
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