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The first time I had to look away.

Shocked and scared, he silenced me.

The first time he spoke it was music,

The sweetest sound I had ever heard, but I

Can’t remember a word he said.

Confused am I to know…

Why with all his tattoos which are more

Than his skin is bare

Running up his neck and down his thigh.

And his body thinner than I’ll ever be

Is he the coolest thing I have ever seen?

Smooth like ice and fly like wings.

The coolest thing I have every seen.





My mama means the world to me, so I know

That she would never approve

Of the way his eyes are never open so we can see the blue

But neither does he shut them tight to keep away the sun.

I can hear her say, “Baby, why, with his hair blacker

Than it’s natural hue, and his voice colder than the sea,

Is he the coolest thing you have ever seen?”

Mama, he’s that fresh sweet blanket that covers me:

The coolest thing I have ever seen.





Did you see the way he beat his chest like a tribal drum,

Like the rhythm of my heart?

The lyrics flow from his soul to mine unknowingly

And people still ask me, “Why with his ascent from

So far away and his style so slow and tiring

Does he make you weak, so helplessly?”

So scared, so lost. I could fall in love.

The coolest thing I have ever seen.

Smooth like ice and fly like wings.

The coolest thing I’ve ever seen.