I was working my second job, at the video rental store.
It was late afternoon....
Not much going on. It was kinda slow, and I was a little bored.
Then you walked in.
You, and your children.
They walked around....he, looking for a game (of course) and she, some sort of little girl chick flick.
and you...... you and your blue eyes.
your macho walk.
your macho look.
your macho talk.
and that old ragged Chicago Bulls, #23 jersey-shirt.
You were sweaty, and ragged....but so HOT.
You were covered in paint....so HOT
I knew a little about you. But not enough.
You were so confident....arrogant....HOT
Those little voices were telling me....
I knew you were trouble when you walked in