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