The"Choreographer"


She loves her clothes, especially their prints.
She matches them all, the colors and all.
She takes a little long
Sometimes shes late
But when she's done, i stand in awe.
You say I'm biased, You say she blinds me
Maybe you're right
Shes late most of the time.
But thats all right, thats ok.
Its her i see, at the end of the day.

She fancies food as long as they're worth.
It didn't matter where they were,
She'd go anyway.
She'd like her food all fresh and tasty,
Maybe along, with lots of chili.
She has these cravings that really aren't wrong
Thats why shes been wanting her bar chor mee.
She gets a little grumpy when the food takes long
but when the food finally comes, she might hum a song.

A little hot tempered
Like a small child
But never ill mannered
Neither too wild.

So she's a little hot tempered,
A little late at times.
Her stomach growls from time to time
Though i only hear it in the cinemas.
She grumbles when the food takes long
And she cries at the movies too.
Thats the few idiosyncrasies that i know
but she too knows my peccadilloes.
People call these imperfections
But arh, this is the good stuff.
This is what makes her mine in my eyes.

Shes forgetful on things,
but not every single thing.
She knows me to always have buts,
That i cant take care of myself for nuts.

Shes beautiful to me
Shes beautiful to me
Not just how she looks
But who she is.
Shes beautiful to me.

Theres so much more that i could say
To show you just how much i feel
All her strengths and what makes her gay,
How she's all just so so real.
But its 415
And thats really late
its not that I'm not keen
Her calls on my wait.

This isn't just a random write
It really is a sincere plight.
A plight i say for i like this belle,
come to think of it i miss her now.

I missed her then.
I miss her now.
I think shes calling.
Just obviously not now.


This is how i spent my hour
This is how i thought of her.
This is how i think of her.
This is for the choreographer.

6/14/2007 04:27:00 AM

6/05/2007 04:01:00 AM