All the poets and the part time singers
always hang inside
Live music from a band plays
a song called soul psychodelicide.
The song's a year long and had been playing for months
When he walked into the place.
No one seemed to care,
an introverted this-is-it look on most of their faces.
Up on the mic repeating 2 words,
over and over again
Was this woman he had never
noticed before he lost himself in the
Articulated manner in which she said them.
These 2 words, a little bit behind the beat.
I mean just enough to turn you on.
For everytime she said the words
another one of his doubts were gone.

Should he try to rap with her?
Should he stand and stare?
No one else was watching her,
she didnt seem to care.
So over and over, she said the words
til he could take no more.
He dragged her from the stage
and together they ran through the back door

In the alley over by the curb
he said tell me whats your name
She only said the words again
and it started to rain, rain, rain, rain.
Two words falling between the drops
and the moans of his condition
Holding someone is truly believing
there's joy in repetition.

Theres joy in repetition.
Theres joy in repetition.
Theres joy in repetition.
Theres joy in repetition.

She say love me, love me.

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