A Pineapple Dress

As she sits right there
With a cold coffee in her hands
She listen to the words outside
As she meet stranger's eyes

Phone in her hand
Can barely understand
The words that she says
As I try to look away
But I can't look away

And I feel the cold winter bit
As I sweep my feet
The pavement cracks and whistles
A sound, no one is there to hear

And I feel the cold winter bit
The pavement cracks and whistles
A sound, no one is there to hear

Eyes grasping desire
As desire passes through
In shorts and shirts
For people feeling blue

Seductive and wrong
Her green eyes are strong
Seductive and right
The way she moves

And I feel the cold winter bit
As I sweep my feet
The pavement cracks and whistles
A sound, no one is there to hear

And I feel the cold winter bit
As I sweep my feet
The pavement cracks and whistles
A sound, no one is there to hear