I think that we're undone here...

I Am Done

Taking turns at the gas pump.
Shorter days, narrow rays,
Falling down.

I move to pull the nozzle out,
Something catches my eye,
Or, maybe a sound.

The glare of the sun,
Temporary blindness,
Short-lived escape.

She glides across the pavement,
Stops in front of me,
And asks…

Are you through?

I expected a lot of things today.
I did not expect this…
I expected to see her face,
I did not expect that she would be so beautiful.

Beautiful.
Absolutely.
Beautiful.

Yes I am through.

Rapid pulse.
Dilated eyes.
When she spoke to me,
It was such a surprise.

There was a time,
So long ago,
When such things would happen to me.

Nowadays, I pull in,
And pull out,
And hopefully, fill up my tank.

The light in her eyes,
The prism, I call her hair,
Made me take a couple of steps back.
I did not expect that she would be so beautiful.

Beautiful.
Absolutely.
Beautiful.

Yes, I am through.
I am through, and I am done.
Now, my life, is quite undone.
Quite undone.

I can't walk away,
From the wreckage.
It appears that I am stuck here.
And I am,
Terribly undone...

Too Pretty

She was a pretty, pretty girl.
Short, black hair.
Bright, blue eyes.
And legs up to here.

Legs right up to here.

She had slender arms,
Elegant hands.
Narrowest waist,
Excellent taste.

She had excellent taste.

Took her out,
Took her back home.
That's as far as I got.

'Cause when I got her there,
Down to her underwear,
It was a crying shame,
I'm the one to blame…

She was set to launch.
I was a no show.

Looking at her face,
Looking in her eyes,
It occurred to me,
I was, shit out of luck!

She was…

Too pretty to fuck.
Too pretty to fuck.
She was
Too pretty to fuck.