| Discrete "it's a long time since you cared enough for me to even be discrete" It amazes me that she wants to get out of the North the way I want out of the South. So we agree to meet in the middle, and in a motel room she tells me things that nobody should know. She says 'em with a sideways smile like maybe she's joshin' me, but a look in her eyes says, "Please, think I'm cool." The lyrics to a song I wrote just for her never did much good, except everyone else thinks she's cool when she says she's the "Alice" of my song. She claims that I just used her name, because she would never do those types of things. She'd kill a man with coldness, she'd hate everyone who is worth something, but she'd never do those things. She says, "I'm a good girl." As she thinks, "You think I'm cool..." |