Caught her from the corner of my eye
Caught her as she was passing by
A swivel in her hips, and a lingering gaze
A dry clean suit, another business day...
Spotless and pristine, she was out of my league
in my tattered old sport coat, smelled like weed
I couldn't understand why she was smiling at me
I knew I couldn't speak to her
And she didn't talk to me.
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