Newsstand Display

December 11, 2006

I swear I got spots burned in the back of my head
From staring at your polka dot dress
Shook my foundation to watch you walk
Never seen a more beautiful sway, I must confess

We walked downtown, a sort of prideful march
Me because you locked your arm in mine
And you because you’re confidence’s child
Can’t believe I made it to the front of your line

I bought you a Coke from the soda jerk
And you made sure to grab one straw only
I sat at the counter watching you sip
Hoping those lips were feeling lonely

Add a ponytail to black Mary Jane shoes
And what you get is my slow demise
I’m gonna make a run at you girl
Truth is, sometimes I’m not that wise

It’s unfair that you have the whit to match
A pinup girl from the magazines
Wishing I could be the newsstand
Display for the world on which you lean

Your parents will say it won’t work
That we’re from opposite sides of the track
And when you gently crush me
I’ll curse it all and want you back