September 17, 2004
The result of listening to too much soulful Stacy Kent.
If you don’t know who she is and have never heard than name before, check her out.
Don’t smile at me
The way you always do
Whenever you think I say
Something admirable
Don’t do little things
Like reaching across the seat
To pop the lock
And open doors for me
Don’t cook for me
Serving on my plate
The very biggest piece
Then refuse to let me wash
Don’t speak so softly
When call my machine
And leave messages
That brighten up my day
Don’t kiss me when I’m sad
Don’t pay me so much mind
Don’t say how much you care
It’s just… just…. Just…. something I can’t take
Don’t drive me places
With the windows down
Taking me where
I really want to go
Don’t lie with me
When your feeling tired
With your head on my chest
And arms around me
Don’t wear those scents
And fill the room
With intoxicating
Fragrance afrodisiac
Don’t play with my hair
When you rub me down
And smooth away knots
Of a weeks rough days
Don’t do your hair so sweet
Don’t ask for my company
Don’t be so nice
I just… just… just… might decide to stay