I'm alone, with you!?

I am sitting in my car.
I laugh out loud, I look around.
To make sure that no one sees me. The hell with it, I'm alone with you.
I'm seeing purple pansies, and daises.
Crossing my mind, I see you, shining just like that dime.
In my knock-off gucci, which the straps are about to break. I look in my purse and found something that reminded me of you.

I'm alone with you.

I'm walking into a local Walmart, shopping and hopping around on my cart. I began to laugh aloud again, and this time I really don't care who seees.

I'm alone with you again...

You see you have that special thing, that quality. That love in your smile, that style , that masculinity. That sway to brighten my day. That swagger, that butter, that beautiful skin tone, that essence of a man, that on only you can posess. Cause I try to pick them by hand. Your not my man your just someone that I pursued, so in a way I stopped the game of cat and mouse.

Most poparily your beautiful you see, to me, cause I'm alone and always of course
your with me.