As he hoisted me over his shoulders
and carried me screaming by my ankles
into the far side of the restaurant,
i heard table 42 make a comment about "young love."
he put me right-side up on a table in the closed section of the cafe,
and tilted my chin up so that his beautiful green eyes were looking into mine
it's moments like that,
where the air is full of silence,
but you can hear so much of each other's hearts...
i dont know what he could possibly have found even remotely attractive
about my careless ponytail
and my shirt decorated with all the fixings of 9 hours of dinners...
but looking at him i melted instantly at that smile...
the smile that always makes me forget about the customer who called me a dumb waitress,
or the bartendar who yelled at me for using the wrong garnish...
he just smiles at me,
and suddenly filling salt shakers isn't so bad,
and i cant even get angry with him,
when he throws me down on the table i just set,
so that he can kiss me and make me even later getting out of this place
than i already am.
he could leave a thousand stray socks all over my room
and i still wouldn't drop my image of him,
the most perfect guy in the world,
from my mystified mind.
he picks me up like i'm a daisy,
and piggybacks me to my car,
and the parking lot becomes this magical place
where the stars aren't so far away,
and i just cant bring myself to get in my car
and drive away from there.
but he knows that the keys will be in the mailbox for him,
and just when i'm on the brink of sleep,
he'll creep into my room
ever so quietly,
slip under the sheets
wearing nothing but that smile...
fold me up like oragami in his powerful arms
and kiss me on the forehead to seal the night
i think that when he's gone
i'll always smell his Suave chamomile shampoo
and i'll miss the way my little body
felt so good pressed up against his in the night
and in the morning when he begs me to stay
just 5 minutes more
i can never say no
because i know that when i wake up from this dream
that i call my twisted life,
i'll long for it to not have ended
and i'd give my everything
to be carried upside-down through the restaurant
just one. more. time...
by the guy i'm very slowly,
very hopelessly,
starting to fall in love with.
and carried me screaming by my ankles
into the far side of the restaurant,
i heard table 42 make a comment about "young love."
he put me right-side up on a table in the closed section of the cafe,
and tilted my chin up so that his beautiful green eyes were looking into mine
it's moments like that,
where the air is full of silence,
but you can hear so much of each other's hearts...
i dont know what he could possibly have found even remotely attractive
about my careless ponytail
and my shirt decorated with all the fixings of 9 hours of dinners...
but looking at him i melted instantly at that smile...
the smile that always makes me forget about the customer who called me a dumb waitress,
or the bartendar who yelled at me for using the wrong garnish...
he just smiles at me,
and suddenly filling salt shakers isn't so bad,
and i cant even get angry with him,
when he throws me down on the table i just set,
so that he can kiss me and make me even later getting out of this place
than i already am.
he could leave a thousand stray socks all over my room
and i still wouldn't drop my image of him,
the most perfect guy in the world,
from my mystified mind.
he picks me up like i'm a daisy,
and piggybacks me to my car,
and the parking lot becomes this magical place
where the stars aren't so far away,
and i just cant bring myself to get in my car
and drive away from there.
but he knows that the keys will be in the mailbox for him,
and just when i'm on the brink of sleep,
he'll creep into my room
ever so quietly,
slip under the sheets
wearing nothing but that smile...
fold me up like oragami in his powerful arms
and kiss me on the forehead to seal the night
i think that when he's gone
i'll always smell his Suave chamomile shampoo
and i'll miss the way my little body
felt so good pressed up against his in the night
and in the morning when he begs me to stay
just 5 minutes more
i can never say no
because i know that when i wake up from this dream
that i call my twisted life,
i'll long for it to not have ended
and i'd give my everything
to be carried upside-down through the restaurant
just one. more. time...
by the guy i'm very slowly,
very hopelessly,
starting to fall in love with.
