The Look

Written by：Russell

The look

As she pass she flashed that come hither look

The look

That was meant for me and for me alone

The look

Would be out of place in a children's book

The look

That could chip a piece off a heart of stone

Consider a bit this interesting little tableau

A look I could read but where would it lead me to

But mischievous elf I labeled myself diablo

And did just exactly what she was sure I'd do

Now at her beck and call

She ties me to the strings of her spanish shawl

That isn't all

One foot out the door and she gives me the look

I say goodbye now she puts her foot down

I'm flying high now that's when I'm put down

I want to die now she puts her foot down

Freezes me with the look

Someday if she sashays by you and looks your way

I'd say you'll do well if you overlook the look

The look

The look