We had a date 12th street at eight If you're done I'll be there don't be late Instructed as such Without a soft touch If it would've mattered it didn't too much I waited for you a minute or two Well just what kind of a girl do you think I am
Fumbing around a cigarette Smoked it to the ash and then lit up again Blowing smoke rings Blinding the air If you're comin baby you're just two in a rears I'm too impatient and you're just too late My attention span is just not that great
Then this young kinda guy walked right on by me I couldn't have been more than sixteen It's just nothing I can do you gotta understand You see, he had this walk I mean, down and No he wasn't going my direction so I just kinda turned an eye I had to I was really possessed I mean, I wasn't myself
I was so close I crept like a cat Visions of seduction lurking under my hat He was so young Such innocense If I had control I didn't feel any yet I couldn't be heard Not a sound did I make If this is the real thing there's just no need to fake
So now was the time The crucial 8th mile If I had to do it it would be with a smile A tap on his back A slip on my belt He turned around and I knew that the ground would melt I put on the ice The smile was gone Hey baby, and the restTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
