There’s a girl who comes to Starbucks,
I think she has a crush on me,
I think she has a crush on me,
‘cause it’s too big to ignore;
She comes in every morning,
at exactly 8.11,
At exactly 8.11,
She comes walking through that door;
And then one fateful morning,
when she made her usual lectures,
I could tell that she was nervous,
and she had something to say,
So I smoothly flipped the lever
to prepare her double latte,
and she said her name was ‘Lindsey’,
and I came back with ‘Hey’.
And I told her ‘My name’s Taylor, and here’s a little extra foam’,
When she left, i cleaned her table,
but I found a folded napkin with this poem:
“Taylor the latte boy,
bring me java, bring me joy,
oh Taylor the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him!”
So I should have got my nerve up
and just said i wasn't interested
but since she was clearly interested
it all got out of hand;
‘Cause before i found her poem
we had had this conversation
I had told that I was playing
in the village with my band
When i walked in friday evening
to our gig in Arthur’s basement
I saw Lindsey in the front row
and I heard her scream my name
Then my friend said, “Man she’s crazy!
She's been here since 7:30,
and she told me she's your girlfriend,
and she's really glad she came!”
And then when our gig was over she followed me the whole way home.
As I ran to try and lose her
I composed another version of her poem:
"Lindsey, The Stalker Chick,
You’re a psycho, and you're sick,
oh, Lindsey, the stalker chick,
you scare me,
you scare me,
you scare me!"
I used to be the kind of guy
Who never was rude or doubting
but now I've got this lunatic freak in my life
every night now at my window she's shouting,
“Taylor! The latte boy!”
“Go away, I’m not your toy!
Taylor the latte boy..
is calling,
is calling,
the police!”
Many a girl has let me court her,
but I've never needed a restraining order
Lindsey, come find me now,
I'm transferring to a new Starbucks,
there's 20 on each block,
so good luck!
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