You still have the same look that set me off a mile
That look through the shining reflection of a glaze so fragile
A way for you to look at me with ease
As much as you please
That day i was in a whole lot of pain wisdom cracked upon my gum
A pain swollen numb old Thursday i see these two beautiful eyes looking at me whom looked dead and dumb
Resting upon the shoulder of Ma on a 52 bus i never saw such a handsome guy look at me that way
Prolonged and preserved upon my words difficult to say
I look away feeling so shy
I just couldn't stand the beauty too good for me oh Lord i could die
I look up again as laying down put pressure on my Jaw
Or did i just wanna look at you again and now i was absolutely sure
You weren't paying attention to the posse besides thee
You were too busy
Looking at me