Hope that I don’t make a fool of myself, maybe I already have

I’m trying to regain control of things, it’s just an effect that she has

Hope she don’t see me as laughable, hope she don’t think I’m a fool

But the one thing that’s worse than being ridiculed is not being noticed at all

 

And all that I knew wasn’t good enough

Even the keenest advice

Nothing prepared me for knowing her

Even Jesus would have to look twice as she walked by

 

Her hair is a chardonnay waterfall, her eyes are the sun in the night

Her words are the gospel I’m living to, if I am the wrong she’s the right

My mind’s full of unexplained images, my sight is a permanent blur

My words are an unfinished testament to the one I refer to as her

 

And all that I knew wasn’t good enough

Even the sharpest advice

Nothing prepared me for knowing her

Even Jesus would have to look twice as she walked by

 

I’m looking for a foot-sized gap in the door

May this dreaming continue until I can lay this matter to rest

 

The clock moves so slow that it’s painful to me as Saturday loses its light

Do I ponder her conscious or otherwise? Think I might stop up all night

 

And all that I knew wasn’t good enough

Even the greatest advice

Nothing prepared me for knowing her

Even Jesus would have to look twice as she walked by

 

Even the wisest advice

Nothing prepared me for knowing her

Even Jesus would have to look twice as she walked by

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(Copyright Jules Benjamin)

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