Hey Buddy Girl
Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 1:23 am
Hey Buddy Girl.
I saw you riding your creme Buddy up Trinity Place by the World Trade Center site the other morning. I was on my way to work and I barely knew what hit me. When I saw you racing by with your visor pulled up, my first thought was that's illegal. But when I saw your face, I realized that hiding it would be the real crime. Who knew an angel needed a scooter to fly?
Did you see me looking Buddy Girl?
You must have. I was the one in the Corazzo hoody with the look of bliss on my face. Right. That was me. I know what you're thinking. Love at first sight- it's not real. And how could it be real when I only saw you for a brief moment as you sped by? I can understand your reluctance. Just because we ride the same scooter, is that a basis for a lifelong, passionate affair? I don't know, but is that a worse start than all the sweet, sweet lies upon which my former loves were sown?
We should give it a try Buddy Girl.
I know you're skeptical. Does it ever work out? Two people passing in the morning rush? I don't know, but it's the sort of thing we should test with a romantic weekend in the Poconos. Or a week. Or a month. I know the back roads across New Jersey. We can ride our bikes there together.
Can you love a man that rides a tiny scooter Buddy Girl?
I know what you're thinking. The Buddy is a pretty girly bike. Why would you want a man who rides a small scooter? Well, I can't tell you for sure. I don't spend my time thinking about how riding a scooter makes me look. I'm too busy perfecting my lovemaking skills to worry about what other people think about me when I ride by.
Don't consider me just because I'm fantastic in bed Buddy Girl.
It goes deeper than that. I'm not talking about a short lived two person rally. Not just another weekend that comes and goes. I want to know your dreams. I want to know what drives you when you drive your scooter. I want you to come over and watch Quadrophenia with me. I've got it on DVD and laserdisc. I've got the popcorn ready to go.
So think it over Buddy Girl.
I know it's a lot to ponder. I know it's sudden. But isn't that how love is? The next time you're riding up Trinity Place, keep an eye out for me. I'll be looking for you. I'll be the one in the park next to the statue of the sitting man. Maybe I'll be walking in front of Century 21 on my way down town. I'll be the one who can't tear myself away when I see you speed by. And I know when you're going that fast you probably can't hear me talking, so I'll try to say it with my eyes-
Hey.
I saw you riding your creme Buddy up Trinity Place by the World Trade Center site the other morning. I was on my way to work and I barely knew what hit me. When I saw you racing by with your visor pulled up, my first thought was that's illegal. But when I saw your face, I realized that hiding it would be the real crime. Who knew an angel needed a scooter to fly?
Did you see me looking Buddy Girl?
You must have. I was the one in the Corazzo hoody with the look of bliss on my face. Right. That was me. I know what you're thinking. Love at first sight- it's not real. And how could it be real when I only saw you for a brief moment as you sped by? I can understand your reluctance. Just because we ride the same scooter, is that a basis for a lifelong, passionate affair? I don't know, but is that a worse start than all the sweet, sweet lies upon which my former loves were sown?
We should give it a try Buddy Girl.
I know you're skeptical. Does it ever work out? Two people passing in the morning rush? I don't know, but it's the sort of thing we should test with a romantic weekend in the Poconos. Or a week. Or a month. I know the back roads across New Jersey. We can ride our bikes there together.
Can you love a man that rides a tiny scooter Buddy Girl?
I know what you're thinking. The Buddy is a pretty girly bike. Why would you want a man who rides a small scooter? Well, I can't tell you for sure. I don't spend my time thinking about how riding a scooter makes me look. I'm too busy perfecting my lovemaking skills to worry about what other people think about me when I ride by.
Don't consider me just because I'm fantastic in bed Buddy Girl.
It goes deeper than that. I'm not talking about a short lived two person rally. Not just another weekend that comes and goes. I want to know your dreams. I want to know what drives you when you drive your scooter. I want you to come over and watch Quadrophenia with me. I've got it on DVD and laserdisc. I've got the popcorn ready to go.
So think it over Buddy Girl.
I know it's a lot to ponder. I know it's sudden. But isn't that how love is? The next time you're riding up Trinity Place, keep an eye out for me. I'll be looking for you. I'll be the one in the park next to the statue of the sitting man. Maybe I'll be walking in front of Century 21 on my way down town. I'll be the one who can't tear myself away when I see you speed by. And I know when you're going that fast you probably can't hear me talking, so I'll try to say it with my eyes-
Hey.