Tea for One

Alone, off to the side, he reads his book
My heart jumps and I’m in love with one solitary look
He notices my stare
With words do I dare
Profess my love to him in this tiny café?
My mouth opens but my tongue knows not what to say
Stealing glances on the run—
Sitting down to tea for one

Round the corner, down a little way
Next to the bodega’s a new café
With a cute boy in glasses and a raspberry beret
That I hope will fall in love with me one day
Round the corner, down a little way
Next to the bodega’s a new café
With a cute boy in glasses and a raspberry beret
That I hope will fall in love with me one day

The following day he is nowhere to be found
I kick myself for admiring without sound
But the next day he’s there
No longer do I feel despair
I muster a smile across my lips as if to say ‘hi’
He sees me and immediately returns to Catcher in the Rye
Dejected, I leave quickly
Pathetic and feeling sickly

Round the corner, down a little way
Next to the bodega’s a new café
With a cute boy in glasses and a raspberry beret
That I hope will fall in love with me one day
Round the corner, down a little way
Next to the bodega’s a new café
With a cute boy in glasses and a raspberry beret
That I hope will fall in love with me one day

After days in hiding I need a cup of tea
He’s sitting at his table with Dostoyevsky
Helpless I stare slightly
Noticing primarily
That he’s kind of short, awkward and gangly
And what’s with the beret? Is it Paris 1940?
But then he looks up and smiles in my direction
The picture of our future is now in perfect vision

Round the corner, down a little way
Next to the bodega’s a new café
With a cute boy in glasses and a raspberry beret
That I hope will fall in love with me one day
Round the corner, down a little way
Next to the bodega’s a new café
With a cute boy in glasses and a raspberry beret
That I hope will fall in love with me one day
We talk for a while, there is so much to say
For instance, the fact that he’s not even gay