Pure Drip

I twist the ring on my finger
And smile at the pretty girl
She smiles back, a mix of blue
A mix of blonde

I flirt
She flirts back
I say something witty
She pretends to think
I’m witty

My eyes are warm
The hum of happiness
Is fuel for my passion
In this moment I am alive

I twist the ring on my finger
And smile again at my wife
She smiles back
A mix of blue
A mix of blonde