California - Ebo

The perfect cut

The perfect shirt

Snakeskin boots with no one

To show to

Too much cologne he leaves his home and on his hip he wears a phone to call you

What’s your name and what’s your sign?

He checks his breath another time

He calls himself up on the phone so he doesn’t seem alone

He dances cool yet looks absurd

He sings and doesn’t know the words

The black soles of his shoes he says he bought in California

But you don’t have a clue

He studs up to the bar

I guess I could’ve tried to warn you

He buys a drink and you accept

He pays your tab and doesn’t tip me

That’s uncool

I’m closing out he closed the deal

I see you walking out the door

With that fool

What’s your name and what’s your sign?

He checks his breath another time

He calls himself up on the phone so he doesn’t seem alone

He dances cool yet looks absurd

He sings and doesn’t know the words

The black soles of his shoes he says he bought in California

But you don’t have a clue

He starts up to the bar

I guess I could have tried to warn you

If you had a clue

His self esteem is so thin — it’s thin enough that you can see through

But you don’t have a clue

He goes back to his friends — I bet he tells them that he boned you

I see you, seeing right through me

I see you seeing right through me

I see you seeing right through me