Plastic Phones

I met you at the cafe, by the university.
And, every move you danced was danced so beautifully.
And, every word you spoke to me was a mystery.
Thank you for meeting me.

I would get your number, but I don't believe in phones.
I would talk more frequently, but I'm used to being alone.

Your bowtie was tied one too many times.
Your shoes were in knots and nicely shined.
Your hair was folded in waves, and colored brown.
Oh Dear God, you're beautiful.

I would get your number, but I don't believe in phones.
I would talk more frequently, but I'm used to being alone.

You come around every now, and then.
I'd like to see your handsome face more often.
We'll go get some coffee, then maybe see a local band.
Talk about the weather, then maybe hold hands.

I would get your number, but I don't believe in phones.
I would talk more frequently, but I'm used to being alone.