KIP
Layla Kuriloff
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 wanna 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
Just a word, or four
I won't ask for more
Tensions high, I won't pry
Feel free to just ignore
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