Coffee At the Brassiere

Sitting having coffee at the classy Brassiere Everyone is laughing, and they’re speaking niceties Isn’t it lovely just to sit and chitter chat Instead of being me in my lonely habitat Not to be heavy weather, just to be light and gay Able to flirt with strangers able to chat away The woman across from me is glorious to see She chats with everyone, she is so beautiful and free I bet her life is happy, without much care or strife She knows what she is after, able to grab at life Soft spoken and graceful, yet with hunger lush and ripe Observing her I sit alone, the studious silent type She smiles softly, and her smile it lights the room The men are entranced, she attracts like exotic perfume Oh I wish I could be like her one never alone I somehow feel out of touch, I’m always on my own Such happy smiling faces, a young man just glanced at me I wonder if he’s lonely, he looked but cannot see The person that is hiding, the secret inner me Such a lot of giggly laughter, clever chic repartee The young man seems disconcerted, maybe he’s very shy Now the woman’s flirting with yet another passer bye Maybe her head is empty, maybe there’s nothing there She needs the admiration she needs the men who stare So maybe I should be thankful for all that’s inside me She can only see herself, but dear world I see thee.