Eye candy

You're right baby I'm rough around the edge's
My pant's hang a little low
My hat's a little cocked
I smoke, I drink.
But as far as that goes
You're so glamorous
The finest linens line your body
But your best feature
Is that wrinkle in your nose
Your pouting face
When your losing
Is what I think about when I lay my head
So I'll start doing my hair
If you start to understand
If you don't do your hair
I won't notice or care

Napoleon Sydrome

If told you how I felt
Would you except it
Would you walk away
Or understand the way I look at you
Is the way angel's are admired
The way goddess's are worshiped
The way you talk
Is the way ballads are created
Your sentence's are symphony's
You make my complications
Seem like like 1+1
But the equation for us
Is to complicated
Because I enjoy
Our time together
To much

I may be a little rough around the edge's
I'm usually a loud mouth