If you're the kind of girl that boys want to shout smiles at on the street
Nod politely and return an upwards glancs
Don't release the keys because his words wraped you up in a poem
A haiku, a hymn, a wispered promise
Do not confuse a welcome back from heaven touch
For a foreign enemy of your hemline
Take his compliment and move on
You are not a treasure
Not his treasure
You're a pretty ashtray to someone who lost his sanctity 6 blocks back
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 8:49 AM UTC
If you're the kind of girl that boys want to shout smiles at on the street
Nod politely and return an upwards glancs
Don't release the keys because his words wraped you up in a poem
A haiku, a hymn, a wispered promise
Do not confuse a welcome back from heaven touch
For a foreign enemy of your hemline
Take his compliment and move on
You are not a treasure
Not his treasure
You're a pretty ashtray to someone who lost his sanctity 6 blocks back
