E-Y-E Contact
By zeusdawg
Well, whether at the club or the first date Pub or the birthday, caught in the worst way Highly affected by this thing called a lead plate Can't keep my eyes or my gaze on her head straight Gazes wandering away from her face To the tight stuff giving her such a nice touch Check it, I try to tell her she's the best of the best Not too convincing when I stare at her chest Cause it's blessed with hypnosis, wall to wall Those beach balls from a shirt a size to small Fall, victim to the lure of her dance Try to talk to her face but my mind's entranced My head's weighed down, my eyes way down My brain's now wond'rin' how I can lay down And score, somewhere other than the dance floor Whisper a few sweet nothings, watch my chance soar But I notice her frown as she makes my hands sore If I don't look at her face I know I can't score Cuz I need E-Y-E C-O-N-T-A-C-T, Eye ContactThere's more to come on this one, stay tuned... Written March 6th, 2002 © on Mar 05 2002 11:13 PM PST 20 • 0 • 14
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"Well, whether at the club or the first date..."