This girl, her hands are cold to the touch,
But she got a warm breath,
Her eyes turn me into stone,
And I've lost my tongue.
My knees can't take her gaze.
I know she's off limits,
I don't dare confront her,
She looks as if she'll break if I come on too strong
But she's got game, yeah she's got game.
I can see it in her eyes, she knows it too.
She holds herself like a queen.
I expect no less from a girl
That has boys kneeling at her feet.
But she don't have time for those sleazy guys
Oh I'd wish she'd spare some time for me.
I want a porcelain girl,
They're all the rage.
With skin of porcelain,
And ruby red lips.
If my tongue would allow it
"I'd say porcelain girl, you're
Looking a little pale, are
you sleeping well?"
And she'd look me in the eyes
And softly in her singsong voice-
"Boy you've got guts to talk that way. But
I like your style lets hang out someday."
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This is inspired by of one of my way old poems/song things, back when I had a thing for lyrics.
