I Think She Thinks She Knows Me
When she sees me it's a shame
An observation of refrain
There's a certain look a
certain wondering of eyes
to my surprise.
Out aloud and out of doors
In the crowd of vain applause
but she's always there a
certain flicker for a while
within her smile.
I think she thinks she knows me
but she doesn't even know my name
like a picture with another frame
or emotion.
I think she thinks she likes me
but she doesn't even know my type
like a movie maker making hype
or promotion.
In a mist and in a spin
Dancing with a fervent grin
Radiation from her
like an invite to respond.
Atomic blonde.
Flowing sympathy like wine
like the symphony of time.
There she goes again
with a reference to me
what can it be?
I think she thinks she knows me
but she doesn't even know my name
like a picture with another frame
or emotion.
I think she thinks she likes me
but she doesn't even know my type
like a movie maker making hype
or promotion.
Like an atom in a spin.
Like the force of natures whim.
Like a revelation.
Total contemplation land.
I understand.
I think she thinks she loves me
but she doesn't even know my name
like a picture with another frame
or emotion.
I think she thinks she likes me
but she doesn't even know my type
like a movie maker making hype
or promotion.
(repeat and fade)
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