Album: Queen of Siam
We had a date, twelfth street at eight
if you're gonna be there don't be late
instructed as such, without a soft touch
if it would've mattered it didn't too much
I waited for you a minute or two
Well just what kind of a girl do you think I am?
Fumbing around, a cigarette
smoked it to the ash and then lit up again
blowing smoke rings, blinding the air
if you're coming baby you're just two in a rears
I'm too impatient and you're just too late
my attention span is just not that great
Then this young kinda guy walked right on by me
he couldn't have been more than sixteen
it's just nothing I can do you gotta understand
you see, he had this walk, I mean, down pat
and no he wasn't going my direction
so I just kinda turned around
I had to I was really possessed
I mean, I wasn't myself
I was so close, I crept like a cat
Visions of seduction lurking under my hat
he was so young, such innocence
If I had control I didn't feel any yet
I couldn't be heard, not a sound did I make
If this is the real thing
there's just no need to fake
So now was the time, the crucial eighth mile
if I had to do it, it would be with a smile
a tap on his back, a slip of my belt
he turned around and I knew
that the ground would melt
I put on the ice, the smile was gone
Hey baby, and the rest...