Playing Musical Chairs

i know we met on line to see the lion king
musical in the heart of times square
i thought you were just a tourist but you said that no
you're from brooklyn and your mom and dad are right there
i probably shouldn't have hit on you but i had to
cause my heart was telling me, i might have a shot with you
i could tell you were from mississippi from your heavy accent
i swear to god i'm not a stalker ma'am, i'm not a mad man

i know its hard to trust a complete stranger
but don't you get bored with life? don't you need a little danger?
you said “you're such a silly son of sam” and please be silent
we're at a cafe and you're just disturbing the peace and quiet
i was wondering what books you read and then you said
“oh i'm reading about the wicked witch of the west”
you were so into your book that i had to wonder
when would i get a chance to ask for your number

i go out on my usual routine and to my surprise i see your face
in a crowd of hipsters and yuppies at the usual hot spot cafe
you were sitting there alone reading your morning paper
i know that had to be columbian coffee, only the best to savour
i walked on by staring casually but actually i was mesmerized
by your feline face, your divine body and how could i forget those eyes
feeling a little nervous and i know its a long shot but i had to ask you for a date
and you said “sure, how bout a walk in the park and then have dinner, “it's a wonderful day”

i know getting to know each other can be so very awkward
it's like little kids trying to scribble nonsense onto chalkboards
but things will get better and better as we get along with the weather
like you could meet my dog max and i could meet your cat heather
for such ordinary civilians, we have such weird idiosyncrasies
i wish i could read your mind so i can see what you think of me
we're just like two odd balls trying to fit into a small square
trying to find a place in this world playing musical chairs