Her hair was a mess
like a tumble weed
I had on short socks
made of tweed
She was staring down at my ankle
It was fully exposed
my thoughts were uncomposed
We pretend like there is no tension
but it's there
We just don't have the courage
to bring it out into the air
So we pass pleasantries back and forth
a penny for her thoughts
would be well what it's worth.
SO TELL ME THE TRUTH
I am not playing the sleuth
Give it to me unfiltered
Give it to me raw
It's not that easy,
our true thoughts we stall
So don't criticize and judge
my fat little pudge
but if you do
tell it to me straight
so we can all get along
and this bridge we will gate.
Little boy why you callin’ me baby?
You act as though I’m already your girl
I believe I said it was a maybe
Little boy there’s things you should know
You’re movin’ a little too fast for my taste
All I ask of you is to take it slow
Little boy I don’t want the lies
If I heat them it will be hell
I’m not the type of girl you can hypnotize
Little boy just tell it to me straight
All you got to do is be a man
And we’ll see if you’re in my fate
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