Staring Again
I saw the beautiful girl at Finch station today. The one with the iPod.
She's reading a very thick book.
And that's a pretty heavy-looking backpack
Yeah, I know. She must be a student.
She's too old to be highschool, so, you're thinking university or college?
I don't see a crest anywhere or a coat of arms. Cliché tells us froshies usually wear their uni's name somewhere on their person.
Maybe she's not frosh?
Still though, even if she is a senior, that'll be four years.
Four years is nothing. Isn't five our cut off?
It is indeed.
So say something.
What? 'I like your book, would you marry me?'
It'd be better than staring again.
Three buses have come and she hasn't gotten on any of them.
She's waiting for someone.
Yeah, she's waiting for you to make a move.
Don't be ridiculous.
I'll be as ridiculous as I want to be. Do something.
The bus is here and it's not full.
You're still staring.
I know.
She's reading a very thick book.
And that's a pretty heavy-looking backpack
Yeah, I know. She must be a student.
She's too old to be highschool, so, you're thinking university or college?
I don't see a crest anywhere or a coat of arms. Cliché tells us froshies usually wear their uni's name somewhere on their person.
Maybe she's not frosh?
Still though, even if she is a senior, that'll be four years.
Four years is nothing. Isn't five our cut off?
It is indeed.
So say something.
What? 'I like your book, would you marry me?'
It'd be better than staring again.
Three buses have come and she hasn't gotten on any of them.
She's waiting for someone.
Yeah, she's waiting for you to make a move.
Don't be ridiculous.
I'll be as ridiculous as I want to be. Do something.
The bus is here and it's not full.
You're still staring.
I know.
