Sounding Stupid

Dressed to impress, nails cleaned hair combed shoes polished and wearing cologne Everything in his mind rehearsed but whatever he said come out for the worst Did you like my big gas guzzling machine My views are extreme green You look even prettier today Was I uglier then Have you lost weight I was always thin He stumbles and fumbles with words to say nothing is coming out the right way The waiter brings bread to save the day As she stares at him like he's on display Poor boy keeps sounding stupid I like a juicy steak I am a vegan My high school was named Reagan I graduated from Obama You look a lot like your mama She is my step mother Finally the waiter brings their meals the evening has a cool cool chill Poor boy keeps sounding stupid I root for the Sooners Orange I bleed I go to church I don't see the need asking for the check as she walks out to leave The evening a bomb everything wrong He goes back to the table to leave a tip A waitress spills soup on him as she trips So sorry that shirt looks new He smiles as he says Don't I know you She's off the clock and they have a chat They were childhood friends that went way back Everything he said was met with her smile as the evening dwindle and the morning rosed They agree to date and so it goes Maybe just maybe it wasn't him sounding stupid back then.