The lovely new girl across the street
Looks like you might need new shoes
Because you keep walking into her
Maybe, she even likes it if you bump into her with an obviating feeling
You cannot place on your finger
Thence, she keeps wrapped around her fingers
Like a doorknob willing to hear you knock
Her brass apart
The lovely new girl across the great steel bully, can't look
Because she's busy gazing into those steely eyes
If you could find some warmth in her shade
Then, you could see past her schaffer who tends to her mascara
Holding on to your thrill like a race car, she'll never drive
Maybe, she does love the adrenaline of making the same choices with boys
The lovely new girl stays right next door
If you only could see past her unfurled face
And find her heartbeat
Love her like you love the spontaneity
Often, you will never want to see her desultory
But, if you coffer fill and prefer her hillybilly feeling
Or more like piqued interest in her hair that flows like stems and red rain
Welding the welcoming greetings of porous substrates of fresh lakes
Which you can see through very clearly
Lovely new girl, we see through you very dead
Lerners glance in the thick air of thallasophiles who believe in conquest
You'd cross many seas to find the right time in the right place, midnight comes softly like a adventure in a touseled hair guy