Still in Love

Haven't seen her face for like 86 days
Still it change the pace of what's in my rib cage
Effortless grace with impeccable taste
Eyes could switch place with gems of fit shape

Slender little body rocking trackies looking baggy
Or glamming up in denim look like the cover of a maggy
Truth be told she had me from the moment she distracted me
Back when we were working at the cardboard cut-out factory

Sat together smoking on our rollies, joking
Poking fun at anything before we had to go in
Not the type to pray, but me and Jesus spoken
Not the type to wish but this bitch has got me hoping

Blow-nose Joe let me go though
So now I'm on the road tryna scope some extra dough
Got another job, pack and pick with Polish Jo
Couple weeks in, holy shit, wouldn't you know

In comes slim tum Romanian
Found her way in my thick skull brain again
Started off slick so I pick up my game again
Tells me that she's taken
I feel my stomach aching

I'm a player so I'm playing it cool like: "oooh he must be tall
Big bucks, beautiful,
Type to make you drool, speak foolish, and call him every minute,
Bet he makes you quiver whenever he's up in it, admit it

Shit I might even have to hit it
If he's got you going then he really must be killing"
I could see her grinning
My childish charm is winning
Know that if he broke her heart, it's over in a minute

Weeks of working, when sleep should be occurring
We keep flirting, teasing, leaving work in
Good moods, even took route the same way
Witness to a crash and she had to translate

Told the ambulance the man's name
The land from which he came
And if he had some bad pains

Man, I really fell for her right there
Her composure in the heat of the moment quite rare
I know her soul is troubled but I really don't care
I want to live inside her bubble until we're both an old pair

We haven't spoken properly, since we got dropped
I got another job and she's been on watch
But every damn day when I'm awake, I can't help it
I think about her face, her shape, and that pelvis