Kip

I saw you On 7th Avenue That same look of disgust and disdain on your face You never seem lonely And no, you don't know me But I want to be Your company Notice me, Kip I'd stare each Wednesday You hated ballet But look damn good in your satin shoes on relevé You seldom make noise Yet still frighten the boys Can't fight my intrigue Though you're out of my league Talk to me, Kip Won't you talk to me, Kip Chorus Just a word, or four I won't ask for more Tensions high, I won't pry Feel free to just ignore Verse 2 You captivate all As you breeze down the hall God blessed me, heard your voice through the girl's bathroom stall Brisk murmurs so hushed While you re-apply blush Rosy cheeks so divine Oh, you've given me mine Shame on you, Kip Shame on you, Kip