A smile, an encounter, an open mind
the smell of gardenia, made to order
Six two, are you? Internal joke
Sharp mind, soft hands, touch of heavens
Keep talking, you’re interesting, shed those layers
Can I see you practice? Can I come to dinner; Can I serve your tea?
Type A’s, two of us, across the table
Made to order, supermarket, catalog
The full moon’s made you into a wolf
and I want to be ravaged
but will settle for a hug
What is that you’re wearing? Gardenia? I’ll carry the smell in my car.
Can’t hide my excitement. Can I see you? We have plenty of time.
You talk, I listen and suddenly I’m high.
Catalog, made to order.. it was you, and so it was?