I Met a Girl

I Met a Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.

It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.

She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.

She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.

At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.

But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982