Cafe Girl lyrics

Artist  : Sage Francis 
Song : Cafe Girl



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Author: Sage Francis





We walk as two, but we'll leave one set of
tortured footprints/

Now here she comes...walking through the
door...giving that look. Since/

I roll with shook wimps...I'm shaking in my
boots/

Kids are behind me eating steak and soup, talking
'bout beatbreaks and loops/ 

And I wanna' turn around...join in on the convo,
but I ain't got jack to say/ 

And it's sad to say...I'm just a poetry fag
actin' gay in my black beret/

I just came to this wack-ass café / 

To drink an ice coffee and kill a bit of time
before the matinee/

Why oh why did I need Cappaccino Cooler?/

Now I'm trying to avoid eye contact. Lets see if
I can fool her/

I put a look of concentration on my face as I
scribble on a napkin/

Squinting my eyes, acting like I'm really serious
about this mess of non-sensical pen action/

A web of chicken scratch and ink blots/

Is she still there? Standing awkwardly glaring? I
think not/

Look up....think again. Shit...now when/

Is she going stop making me waste ink from my pen
as I sit and pretend/

I knew I should have come with a friend. I shrink
and I send/

Myself into meditation...and I'm on the brink of
Zen/

Is she buying it? I pick up my empty glass...tilt
it..and drink the flem/

She's STILL scoping! in fact, this chick's a
10/

At least in my book...which isn't all that well
read, but it's been said / 

Once she gets her grip on men they simply
bend/...backwards.

She attracts nerds, jocks, substitutes and
student teachers / 

Who all profess their love for all of her
protruding features/

There's no fooling this creature, she's WAY
fine/

So dope, I'd have to smuggle her across state
lines or else pay fines/

What's holding me back is what I heard through
the grape vine/

She's a non-conformist freak who only comes out
in the daytime/ 



"Don't look at me." I can feel the burn
of her stare on my sensitive skin/

I'm anti-social and I don't know how
conversational sentences begin/

Plus, I'm allergic to the medicine of sexual
healing/

This impotence is sickening. She's
sensual...appealing/

Now I'm covering up my crotch region by crossing
my legs/

Lost in thoughts of whores in my bed. It's
awful...so I'm forcing my head/

into my forearms. I should...invite her for a cup
of Joe/

It would do more harm than good...I just know/




I mean...she's no Natalie Portman, and I've been
kind of holding out for her/

Naturally...Now my thoughts spin...and she's on
the "out" for sure/

Gradually...contort my mindframe so no doubts
occur/

I activate testicular bravery and I shout to her/




Our eyes lock.

And time stops.../ 



She floats over to my spot...

and I say "Hi, I'm not/ 



trying to hit on you like the way all these other
guys jock/

I just wanna' let you know...I'm the type of
person who lies a lot/ 



Sometimes I fart and I pick my nose like a
maniac/

I'd be glad to front the cost of a date with you
as long as you pay me back/

If we ever reach the friendship level where
things like that are shared/

And I know my facial hair is weird...but I've
been waiting for someone like you to shave my
beard/ 



I'm usually more discreet about my insecurities,
but today...I just ain't prepared."/

In all honesty...this dame just stared/

And I was like "Uhhh...yeah.../

So ummm...heh..." 

Nervous twitches were initiated and out nostrils
flared/

Our eyes started wandering and I was rocking in
my chair/ 



I just continued on scared that I lost her...in
my upfront approach/

She looked at my napkin and noticed what I
wrote/

...which was nothing

I said "The funny thing is...I could have
used you as a muse/

Wrote you sonnets in iambic pentameter and then
produced/

Mass amounts of unsent love letters and
out-of-tune love ballads/

Some valid...but most just to get you thinking of
marriage/

It's untrue. I don't want to create a first
impression I can't live up to/

I...just...wanna... 



She said "Nuff said. I'm a theme park. Ride
me until the sun sets."/

So I jumped up on her shoulders as we exited the
entrance.