Sitting with my girlfriends at the Bluebird
Couldn't help it when he caught my eye
Snug-fitting Levi's, striped flannel shirt
Guitar case blocking the aisles
Big baby blues and a smile pearly white
I bet if he stands, we would have a good sight
The boots were all dusty, Stetson the same
Couldn't help it, just had to get the boy's name
When he opened his mouth, I expected Paisley
With looks like that the voice had to fit
But his "Hallo Baby" sounded like Grandma Daisy
My girls all choked in laughing fits...
Baby please don't talk you're gorgeous enough
Don't spoil the fantasy by making us laugh
Our composure, long tried, has left us in ruin
Just pick up your Fender, and just play me a tune...
Transported in time, he carried us away
Long past our bedtime and curfew we stayed
His fingers strummed a melody from the Gods
We all jumped to our feet in wondrous applause
He got down off the stage and we waited for him
He walked straight past us, to a blonde thing, so thin
And so young that we couldn't but help feeling green
Obviously, she doesn't mind if he can't sing
Well, we stayed for the second set to cheer the boy on
Along with his Barbie until close to dawn
As we left, I couldn't help taking a second glance
If only he couldsing, I would have taken that chance
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Dandelions In The Wind
कविताThere are a lot of reasons why people write. For me it has always been like an addiction, a reporting on the world and therapy. People are my greatest inspiration and God created so many variants and flavours that we would always have something to...
