You're sitting by the angel fountain Do you want to share my blanked I ask you Hoping for a positive answer You smile and slowly walk towards me
I notice the unique colour of your eyes A perfect blend of dark blue But they don't really match your shirt
You sit down close to me enough For me to observe that you smell like honey Not as much as vanilla though
We talk in the sun for hours And I tell you, you listen like a girl You smile and understand that it's a compliment
Before you leave you write your number I walk home sunburnt in my face Holding that paper cup next to my heart