tigress

it's difficult not to worry
about what happens next

certain looks
sort out confused looks

certain looks
sport confused looks

i watched us talking
in the mirror
and you put on that look
that says this little star
wishes she weren't single

it is the eye that catches me

a man protesting his worth

it is the air that catches you

putting the shake on your words

you are alert as a tigress
at a common table with her fate

you can almost taste it

we'll be gone by morning,
or be together by then 

and i believe every woman
has made up her mind to win