4 Nisan 2009


it's difficult not to worry
about what happens next
certain looks sort out confused looks
and certain looks sport confused looks

and i watched us talking in the mirror
and you put on that look
that says this little star wishes
she weren't single
it is the eye that catches me
a man protesting his worth
it is the year that catches you
putting the shake on your words
you are alert as a tigress
at a common table with her fate
you can almost taste it
we'll be gone be morning or be together by then
and i believe every woman
has made up her mind to win


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