Cafe Girl Lyrics - Singles - Sage Francis

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 caf / 

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 start fiddling with my gear, I uh 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 before the sun sets."/ 

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