John Tzikas

She rolls with the thunder
rolls with the morning rain
she rolls the rim on her coffee
rolls the best of them
she rolls
without complaint

She’s honorific
I was terrified
to be in her presence
I heard nothing but good
things about her
but after seeing her in primetime
I must tell you, you sold her short
she’s terrific

If you see her you would like her
she may be that familiar
her elegance is all the stir
your faith was nowhere to be found
before you met her
and when you do your faith in another
has never been more firm

But if your paths cross
don’t toss her like dice
and wait for your numbers
to come up
don’t get crazy thoughts
the woman’s all I got

She won’t take kindly to a sweet-talker
she’ll roll her eyes what for
you’ll never drive her to distraction
I’m the man of action she adores
so Texas Two Step it out the backdoor

If you see her you would like her
she has charms in bulk
her intellect is all the rage
your mind was nowhere to be found
before you met her
and when you do your mind on another
has never been more sage

But if your streets meet
don’t tap her like a deck
and wait for your drawing card
to come up
don’t get crazy thoughts
the woman’s all I got

Attention
all those with vanity mirrors
she’ll only give you the once over
until the fascination blows over
rest the vitriol in your lumpy throats
you’ll never take her oath
I’m the man without the knack
(to slack)
she’s handpicked to roll
(her wild oats)