Fonder Absence

The story of a long distance relationship. I guess.

They say that "absence makes the heart grow fonder," but I can't tell
'cause seein' double X's
walkin' 'round with tight dresses
makes me feel like my fidelity just might fail.

Now, I love you and all, but, I'm sayin', they make it hard
'cause she's in front of me, walking the same way down the hall
and my eyes tend to fall
Behind shaped like a ball
I can't help but dribble a little, but I promise you, I'm tryin'.

But I got a class in Childers, and you know those girls practice
Right outside, and you know that little hip thing they do
Where they pop it up, then swing 'em back and forth, fro and to,
But I swear that when I glance, I'm truly thinkin' of you.

I do care for you a lot, but, I'm sayin', they make it hard
'Cause there's this one who always stares at me across the class
With the slightly short shirt slippin' slyly up her back
Which she arches, sittin' straighter, with that wiggle of her a*s
But I promise you, my focus is totally on professors.

But have you seen those little, short, tight, track shorts that they wear?
With the words stretched across, emblazoned on derrières
With no lines imprinted—there's no panties under there
But, honestly, I love what sweat pants do to your figure.

I do really like you, but, I'm sayin', they make it hard
When I'm sittin' in the bar, they walk in nights late
With their coke bottle shapes
And their hourglass figures, I don't ask to buy 'em drinks,
I just leave, not smoking, 'cause you didn't like it.

Honestly, all I said to her was, "How you doin'?"
And her tongue parted lips, and she spoke with smooth lines
Like a pleasant vodka mix, tilted head and light shined
Off of star studded eyes that were then reflectin' mine
And I told her I had to go call my girl back home.

So we're still real cool, but, I'm sayin', they make it hard.

 

Easy.