I have something in my system for you, woman in blue shoes
Your blessing will take me down a road so safe, my vibes ring this way
I struggle to maintain a balance with you, for the line is so fine
Tipping one way results in annoyance, tipping another results in disrespect
Woman in blue shoes, you have become an essential ingredient for my peace
Hence, I long for ways to obtain your wise teachings
Tell me again to grow seven hands, tell me to invent a time machine
Tell me to usher chaos around me, tell me to close my mouth and swallow saliva
I glance at you over the counter, hoping I will learn to read your mind
I look down upon meeting your eyes, hoping I have acted “appropriately”
I envy your child as he must have spent time under your umbrella
5 a.m. he must spend time watching you cleanse your face and choose your clothes
He must know what is behind the curtains of your patience
He must know how to duplicate your enchanting personality than I may, ever
Woman in blue shoes