I need to get him out of my head.
I need to get him out of my head real quick. Real soon. Otherwise I’mma lose it.
Eff Camilla Cabello singin’ on about a man with a “black leather jacket” and a bad attitude. Bad boys ain’t all that. But sometimes you find a perfect gentleman with a brown leather belt, jeans, and white button down shirt lookin’ like the CEO of a big time company and you lose it.
And even crazier – when I asked him why he said he just felt like it. And doing things just because you feel like it is just about the sexiest thing you can do.
And I need to get him out of my head real, real quick.
And I got the giggles and I don’t want the giggles. Pretending to listen to something or watch something on my laptop so no one knows.
And I’m singing and dancing around the halls, with the image of him stuck in my mind.
“How interesting a thing
It is
With just one look
I fell
How terrible a thing
It is
With just smile
I’ve lost”
I do NOT own these lyrics.
I do NOT intend any copyright infringement.
“Enta Chitram Kadaa” was written by Rahman and sung by Sameera Bharadwaj for the 2017 Telugu film “Dwaraka”.
As if one outfit suddenly makes someone the sexisst person on the planet? But then again, I did lust after Mr. Perfect because of his olive green jacket. Some people just look good in some colors, in some clothes.
And if that were it, then it would be fine. But sometimes once the lust turns on, you suddenly rewind and remember, didn’t you like them all along? Like like-like?
At the very least, you fell in intrigue.
And now, you’ve fallen in lust.
The image of him swinging his coat over his shoulder, facing down and looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyesn his other hand in his jeans pocket, and the bright lights behind him like when the cameras flash.
And you’re afraid of what else you might fall for but it feels good to imagine someone else’s fingers on your skin. It feels good to remember all the funny things he said that you never really cared enough about before. It feels good to reminisce about the few things you have in common, that which you admired about him, but not paying enough attention before.
It’s crazy – how you suddenly realize how much you actually liked them the whole time and you suddenly wonder why you wasted so much time on someone else who doesn’t even speak to you anymore when they were right there. And they’re still right there. They know your name. And care enough to ask
So it’s not the sexy outfit.
It’s the beautiful personality that I want to get closer to.
Not that it hurts that he looks fucking amazing in a classy outfit.
