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lyrics
Attention all potential females,
I am single.
That’s right.
Single, Pringle
Ready to mingle.
Ready to feel tingles
Again.
Pins and needles
Again.
A man
With a plan
That spans
X amount of time
Holding your hand.
When it’s cold outside,
Use my jacket to hide
From the winds of the west
Until sunshine
Brings out that smile
Of yours.
Every day,
I’ll stare into those eyes
Of yours.
Of course,
I’ll be cautious of the
Gravitational force pulling us together.
But hoarse
My voice will be,
Screaming about us from
The top of every hillside.
They’ll know, worldwide,
When our two worlds collide.
We’re two Oxygens making dioxide.
Allied
On this ride
Down the seaside.
This guy from the East side,
Flaunting you around town with pride.
And I’ll abide
Because who am I
To deny
You what you deserve.
You deserve…
To know who I am.
Let’s see...
You’d dig me
If you dig guys that work at Chuck E. Cheese.
That’s right,
I’m the dancing rat.
A damn good one, at that.
In fact,
In theater camp I learned how to tap dance
Like-
Rata-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tap dance.
And I confess
That I look DAMN
Good in wedges and a strapless.
Dressed
To impress
You.
No need to stress,
I’ll be there to caress
Your beating heart.
Put your hand on my chest,
Feel mine beating too,
Boom… boom… boom…
Though I can sense
My chances
Becoming less and less…
I know it’s a fat chance
To assume that a dancing rat
Could provide you with any sort of romance.
So I ask in advance
To take you on a date
With a freelance poet.
Because I have romance to give
And I’ll show it
In my words to you.
Please, give me that fat chance.
I’m a cook and clean kind of guy.
A walk around the park kinda guy.
A prom night slow dance,
Believer in happenstance,
Week stay,
Vay-Cay
In France kinda guy.
I
Can use the first 42 numbers of pi
As a pick up line.
Like
“I want to continue seeing us like Pi
Continues its numbers.
Like,
3.1415926535
89793
23846
26423
82379
50288
41971
Continuous.
That’s how bad I want to
Continue seeing us.”
See, I don’t have any sex appeal,
Which probably doesn’t make me your
Ideal man.
But my words are unreal,
Like the feeling I get
With you by my side,
It’s surreal…
But I’m not so real…
Because I can talk a good game from here.
But I can never really be clear
About how I will love you.
Because the English language hasn’t made words
That quite fit the intensity of my feelings.
The truth is,
I can cook for you,
But I’d rather cook WITH you.
And if you aren’t up for it,
Just think.
You,
Me,
156 episodes of
The Twilight Zone on DVD.
Cuddling…
Breathing…
Leaning on each other,
And you’re wearing my jacket.
Not because it’s cold,
But because you want to know
That I’ve always got a hold
Of you.
I won’t want to let go.
So we’ll spend 75 hours of
The Twilight Zone
With your head on my forearm.
We’re completely vulnerable.
Disarm our defenses.
In that moment, I’d think,
Karma can’t be that bad if it gave me you...
And I think that’s beautiful.
The idea of you
And me
Linked.
Embracing the distinct
Feelings we have
For each other…
And the world will revolve
Around a freelance poet
Meeting a “take-a-chance” girl
Through happenstance.
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