The irony found in a tall, skinny, vanilla latte.
It's nothing too complicated, really
just so long as you're sure to speak clearly.
Cut the fat, only give me the whole-skim-truth.
You'll find I can handle that, just not being used.
She stands five-foot-twelve, barefoot,
with a couple rip-ups in her jeans.
He's all Americano,
with future thought and ambitions' dreams.
They're so good for each other
so why's her heart bleeding down his sleeve?
Uneducated assumptions shape the judgment of fools and
some search a little longer to find there is no recipe for rules.
Predictably unpredictable.
Perhaps to a fault, she's a bit to fanciful.
Who knows if they even know what the hell they're looking for.
What she's got she knows is hard to find
so she'll keep you forever
if you've got that kind of time.
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