Right over middle
Middle over left

You sit behind me
And braid my hair

"Don't move your head" he warns
"I don't want to mess up"

I smile and roll my eyes
Because you couldn't possibly mess up

You tie my hair
And rub my shoulders real quick

I turn around
And I don't understand the look he has

Hiding his smile with his hand
Trying not to stare but not succeeding

And I never knew
That braids could have this effect