He admired her choice in dress as she twirled and her skirt twinkled red
she floated along past the barking dogs and her date barely noticed the neon green hue of her socks
I just need a minute, she says as she floats away. He examines the portraits and figurines of happy and crazed zebras
She returns to him, more beautiful than before and he feels his icy wall crack.
Maybe this date wouldn't get past the living room to his brilliant date at the opera
Why don't we get ready to go to
the opera
He put his carnal thoughts aside and fell behind her steps
When they got into the car the doors sounded together with a crack
He put his carnal thoughts aside and fell behind her steps
When they got into the car the doors sounded together with a crack
They reached the opera house,
lit up a brilliant red
He knew she would feel at home
when he spotted the black and white curtains like zebras
The opera of choice was full of
violence, punches flew, and men landed socks
When he took her home he hoped
he’d get to see her socks
After all, he did pay for those
expensive ass tickets to the opera
The least she could do is show
him a bit of her crack.
