She has a way
of saying "mhmm"
I didn't think existed.
And her clothes
follow no simple
laws of imbalance.
She has small bands
around her wrists
and others in her hair.
She is someone you would
wait a long time for
if you had the chance.
If she were mine
If it were me,
I would give,
Give my gifts.
But she is not,
It is clear,
something you have.
She has a way
of moving her hips
carefully when she walks.
She has a way of smiling
like only me,
which only I understand.
She has a way of passing by sometimes
as if you weren't there.
There is a man who comes here
and visits sometimes
and she is his.
If she were mine
If it were me,
I would give,
Give my gifts.
But she is not,
it's clear,
something you have.
And ask for her name
I don't think I should.
I'm a little afraid
that she will be called something
Which doesn't sound good.
I'd love to go hold
and break her hand.
I'd rather
do something, yes do something I can.
If she were mine
If it were me,
I would give,
Give my gifts.
But she is not,
It is clear,
something one has.
If she were mine
if it were me,
I would give,
give my gifts.
But she is not,
it's clear,
something you have.
Not something you have,
Not something you have,
Not something you have,
Not something you have...