I eye the lady
Could it be me? Should it be me?
She drives a convertible Saab.
Her husband holds a high paying job.
I eye the lady
Could it be me? Should it be me?
Caught in an awkward world
Charmed by the high gloss shine
Temporarily eclipsing the light of mine
Clean cut collegiate good looks
Honed health club physique
So polite, so hungry
As she tears her toast, sips her decaf tea
I want to wipe her table
I want to yank her pony tail
I eye the lady
She takes a chance, and glances at me
Easy to look at another and say" I want that"
rather than be satisfied with all that I have
Time hasn't tricked me
As a fool I fool myself
I am enough