Talking out in the parking lot
After the softball game
I wanted to ask you
Everything
There is a light
In your deep brown eyes
That keeps me thinking
Wondering
What sparks your fire
I know nothing about you
Except I like your car
And how every time I see you
My hips rotate
In your direction
Will you step up to bat?
Will you have follow through?
Or is it three strikes
And you’re out
And when you’re there in the field
I wonder
What else could you catch
And far could you throw
Meet me at home plate
There’s a lot I’d like to know...
