On a beautiful afternoon, as I headed to the counter to order somethin' sweet
you popped up 90 degrees, on my left
in black, solo
a girl friend asked if this was my type
long lost gf, to be precise
our conversation of the open sky landed on that
a certain degree of liberalism of the yellow skin
then you come close with the coins and coloured notes in hand
a degree of difficulty of having them managed
cling and a clang
they dropped all over
that was pretty
a pretty sight
up till you picked you order
and left a note on the bench
I'm pretty sure I'm helpless and couldn't be involved
but to send an angel to remind
because, I told her
when you're actually attracted to someone
you become helpless, always
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