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Foreigner
I don't notice the Dirty oLD MEN staring
as the boat kicks up a spray of diamonds
I ignore the offering
I can't get my heart off you
the way you stared
your smile, "i'm sorry"
I don't know what you're saying but
I seem to know you
I slip in beside you
a sweet smile
your eyes looke me over, once, twice
stop and hover
talk to your friend in a foreign language
of love
as you put up your hand
in an offering
to our hormones
a whispered parting
buena note
