Posted by: Carlos Killpack | August 14, 2008

Blind Date

Ohh, I know what you’re thinking. I went on a blind date and I want to tell everyone about how wierd, awesome, or creepy it was, right? Well, no. These are actually the lyrics to a song I’m writing called blind date. Not as juicy but still cool. Here it goes.

He’s sitting in the schoolyard

Studying his books

She’s waiting for the bus to come

Why’s it always late?

Neither knows the other exists

His buddy says that he has no life

That he only exists for work ‘n strife

Her best friend desides to set her up

On a blind date to get her out of a rut

They meet at the steakhouse, seven sharp

He’s dressed up in a suit, shes not

Who’s this guy in a shit and a tie?

Does she know I gotta study at nine?

He looks at her he’s got nothing to say

She says to him “Where you from anyway?”

They start to talk and find out that they

Live the same life ‘cept he has better grades.

That’s all I got so far, pretty cool so far though, right? I’ll leave this post alone until I finish the song and then I’ll update the post with the finished lyrics and (eventually) a link to the finished song.


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