What the hell are you waiting for
body language speaks more then words alone
yet you fail to see what shes trying to mean
her eyes sparkle bright, her hair rides the wind.

You coward you're tongue tied
sheepish faced grin.

What the hell are you waiting for
"A" ..... written invite
her face is in blush
yet her hook you won't bite.

You coward you're tongue tied
with your sheepish faced grin.

What the hell are you waiting for
her, eyes pass through the room
to your chair where you sit
seems you won't get it soon.

You coward you're tongue tied
as your bodies in itch.

What the hell are you waiting for
as your friends see it now
her fingers, they run
the length of her hair.

Her language is versed
in female shorthand
ur an arrow with a circle
a coward, not a man.

As you're telling a story
at the table you sit
what you'd do in a heartbeat
if onto you that lady hit.

The chairs at your table see it unfold
while your shoes are pasted to the top of the floor.

Your body it burns, face is slight red
while you fight off the thoughts filling your head
the what if's grab hold an take away your bold
as the hand that you hold, you're willing to fold.~


~Bentlee~