Monday, February 2, 2009

One Way to Nowhere

my kind of place
i see your face
you give me just a little stare

i lay on the charm
you touch my arm
you give me just a little chill

i make a pass
it's way too fast
you give me a slap on the wrist

i hang around
you come around
you give me a number

tell me nothing, give me everything
it's not love, but it's something
a situation that is no fair
a one way street going nowhere
but can I call on you again?

stop by your house
after my shift
can i give you a lift

you fix your hair
i try not to stare
we've got some business to do

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