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.
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