Mickey Mouse on her wall,
faded stardust across the halls.
She called herself Schneider, she plays a trick
On desperate souls with an overload of sticky white ink.
It’s clear that she is a to-tango girl,
still kind of functioning with extra virgin olive oil.
She doesn’t reply, while she hunts online,
Long expired and abandoned from suburban tapas bars.
Tapas girl, you could have served,
I would have taken you around the world and in return.
The dream was on!
The dream has gone!!
I wish you celebrating Christmas all alone!
She approached me with a sneaky line, which I really dug,
But I overthought and failed to reply like an urban thug.
It was all over before it began, a distant flashback from the ones I had in Spain.
Your eyes are beautiful, I give you that.
I still look into them while splashing in my waterbed.
You’ve killed a moment and that’s the end.
Only a song remind from an almost loyal friend!
Tapas girl I could have served,
I was so dam ready to get hurt!
The dream was on!
Now, the dream has gone!!
I hope you celebrate your birthday all alone!