It was the first week of a new month
Maybe one moon after June fourth
I was hoping to be really friendly at work
Never knew I’ll meet someone who rarely talks.
The moment I walked into lunch room with my crew
I knew I liked you but not for an instant screw
I held my peace even though I was kinda trippin
Ladies rule! don’t let it show, get some gripping.
I felt so fly after our first ‘Hi,’ and the petty talks got me high
High on what? Music, Lust or love?
Not too sure, but I have a clue
I’m high on Crush, that orange drink from way back 90s.
Several weeks and months have been gone
Yet we are so far from being done
I’m pretty sure of the uncertainty
We will be ‘just friends’ even after eternity.
But My mama says ‘be a lady’
My friends say ‘shoot your shot’
My daddy says ‘grow up baby’
And my heart says ‘use your guts’
So I used my last straw to shoot my shot
but got shot back without a shoot
Not even a ring back from my dear
That shot must have been a bad idea
Been waiting for the silence to be over
So I can breathe and start all over
Still hoping you’ll respond from the blues
Cos you’re awesome and I’m attracted to you!