Werk
A grown woman getting nervous to see me again.
Another woman telling me that everything smells good,
before anything has made it to the oven yet.
And other women chirp like birds,
when they say thank you.

Some girl fluffing her hair,
for the guy she was walking with,
subconsciously telling him, "Look at me, I'm beautiful".
But only the blind can see true beauty,
and that's why love makes you blind

But finally,
there is nothing that some loud music can't cure,
as soon as I make it to my car.