let's cross the street to find out what's there
gives a me reason to move closer to you
match your step, look at you from the side
and smile at whatever you were saying
just don't stop talking just yet
i love how you express yourself
with your silly jokes, not for grown folks
and your confidence that you will be heard
above the crowd we are descending in to
you hang back a bit as we approach the door
but i know you aren't polite really
you're enjoying my tight jeans
you whisper that you remembered i like this place
does it matter as we sit

now i have to break our little embrace
as all along as we sped by
you, me, we took the other's hand
and made ourselves one so easily, so naturally
so as not to feel the interlocking of our fingers
easy bounce of that connector between us
now we have to sit
and i can't bear to part