it’s a saunter
when she steps on the floor
she can feel all the stares.
they all want her
just one look in their eyes,
you knew somebody would dare.
one by one, she refused them
sat em down, brokenhearted
pushed their egos aside.
had no time for amusement
none of them knew the music
she was crying inside.
oh... senorita
what lies beneath you
is haunting me
it’s the song I wrote for you
it’s you I sing
it’s a whisper
but she shakes when she breathes it
like she’s screaming aloud.
blink and miss her
she moves in secret ways
under the gaze of the crowd.
she’s confused them
cloaked in red
seems a shout for romance.
but for her it’s acoustic
private, reclusive
a plea for a chance.
oh... senorita
what lies beneath you
is haunting me
it’s the song I wrote for you
it’s you I sing
4 comments:
This is lovely.
Reminds me of a Pablo Neruda poem.
Every girl wants to be 'Senorita'....beautiful
lilu: thank you. now if i could only finalize the instrumental...
the King: i'm going to embrace that risk of being dramatic and just admit that's one of the most complimentary things i've ever been told. thank you wildly.
sara: i'm actually really glad you get that feeling. makes it feel dynamic. because i wrote it admittedly somewhat arrogantly from the perspective of a guy who thinks he has the key in a room full of opportunistic key-makers. what makes him different is how careful and cautious he is and how that lets him see what she's actually wearing
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