The female form is perfect, So why get a tattoo on your heart? If you need to cover it up with art, Then that is your wrong choice; But now I am so far away from using my voice, When in all other circumstances, You and I would be dancers.
Waist could have been in arm, both totally naked, Looking into each other’s eyes, never wanting to look away. Now your eyes only see me walking away, I’m saying “**** it!” ‘tis such a shame that I cannot stay And ask you out, because without doubt, I could fall in love with you in all other realities, But not in this one, Because you want to get a new tattoo done. So I am gone, lost in your painted sun. I wish I could see past it, But you and I are not the right fit.
If only I liked it, then we could unite, But I have my own life and I live my own mind And it tells me “no.”, keep on walking; Go and watch the next show, For she is in need of a pin cushion, jigsaw man, painted blue, So you will never greet her **** And say how do? Even though she is so **** cute!
You only meet eighty percent of what you wanted, So all is lost to nearly, When she could have been the perfect fit. Kama Sutra, It sure was nice to meet ya.