And maybe next time I’ll ask for her number

Aw man Everytime I go into trader joes I just see this girl from across the way with eyes that burn
And while I sit there dumb just reminding myself
“Play it cool man, play it cool”
She sort of registers me and sends a message across the check stands
With eyes that burn
“Come hither”
And I mean she is smoke on the water
Lightning crackling in July
Fireworks over the fountains of Versailles

And Everytime I walk in that little shop
I just come unglued
But I manage to talk to her
Chat her up
Say what’s up
See how she lives
Here about the quirks of her neighborhood and friends
But that’s it

I gotta grow a pair
And maybe next time ill ask for he number.