A Taste

Hey you over there

You know you’re wanted

Your tan skin seems to shine with delight,

and your blue eyes are solid.

I’m sitting over here,

smoking my stogie

And your eyes are set on me

could it be you think I’m pretty?

Well I’m not talking love

That would take a while

I just think you’re cool

and I dig your style

A kiss from your soft lips

Could make my heart race

And in this suburban

life even I

could use a taste

of something different,

tan dark and cute

hey you over there

I got my eyes on you