Blondie

I don’t know if she ever lost her cool.
Couldn’t imagine her screaming crying or lying.
She strolled past me, hair draped over her eye.
She smiled like she knew me.
An ice cool dare for a nervy hi.

I saw one pale blue eye like the Velvets cry.
I circled her she kept me their.
Cool blonde and styled
Like her love satellite.

Her lips moved to speak.
Revealing her perfect teeth.
She asked me, whats my pleasure.
A movie or a measure
I thought, I must be dreaming.