Friday, September 18, 2009

i don't even know her name

i spy with my eye a girl
and i know she's a spy
too because we spies
know these kinda things
 
i don't even know
her name but i know
when i see her it is
-but yet- not a game
 
i know this because
i know with my eyes
that she's on fire and
i've never felt any higher
 
she makes me feel like
a natural ghost at the
best birthday party -i'm
invited- and she's host
 
when i see her i see a
vision that's coast to coast
and my heart sings and
brain dances in the middle
 
i don't even know her name
i don't even know her name
i don't even know her name
 
 
best of the roses
 
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