I think we could very well hear poets
filling their drinks and spilling some knowledge
tearing apart and scribbling down
about half more than supposed to.
And you dollface, in chic prada glasses and chloe ballet flats
my dear you never say can't.
So me, me i'm up in the air and my clothing seems bland.
"Let's dance in the streetlights!"
you said to me before the falling out and crawling out
and singing began in seperate bars
and I still don't know how to hail a cab.
'Cause darling
we always forget where they've parked.
If I could blush I would till I bled or
spontaneously combusted and
if there is a God I'd want to take you with me.
Oh dear, my dear, lets get some more beers
and we'll drink like college, poised and finished.
Until the bar lights shine
and everybody starts to clear and sour.
And we'll swim through the city
styled pretty
and then make our way back to 5th.
And I don't know if i'll ever see you around,
but, pretty darling, I always say arggghhhh
with a patch on my eye and a plank in my chest,
and many have walked it and plunged in a ditch,
So there isn't much hope in a heart
labeled a quest.
But you are a princess.
Who has not one pink dress, just a tiara for trading
and a pirate who's a mess.
