Smoke and th' Track

Hey lady you mind keepin’ to th’ side? I’m trying to rip up th’ jogging track you’ve been running circles ‘round me wif. It doesn’ work so good when I can’t get chou out th’ way. You been here plen’y long enough and I need chou t’ move. Now hold up. Don’t go runnin’ off again. You scoot a bit ova there and we gonna have this out while I hammer th’ road. You been here an awful long while, ain’t chou? Eva since you came through that door. I ‘member how you come in that door and good too. It was like, “woah.” And you dug up smiles long buried. I tried teachin’ you to dance but you wouldn’ have it. You said, “nah, I like dancin’ but I’m scared o’ partners.” I said, “ok,” all agreeable, “but then you ain’t dancin’ really. You should dance anyway. Partner’s ain’t so bad,” and I reached fo’ your hand. You said, “nah,” and ran away all scared o’ dancin’. You left th’ dirt kicked up and I screamed and bit and blamed. When I ‘membered you didn’t mean it, it wasn’t so bad, but you couldn’t find th’ door eitha. I couldn’t let you out ‘cause o’ all th’ smoke you left, see. I smoldered and screamed and we tried to work down to friends but th’ sun in your hair never did let me. And now you find your way back to th’ track so often and I can’t say I don’t like th’ way you run, but if you won’t dance wif a partner then I gotta get rid o’ this track. ‘t’s not fair to take a man’s time and space when you isn’t gonna dance wif him. But that’s just th’ thing. We like each others companies well enough, but see there’s this spark in your eye that always starts fire and never lets me sleep. You don’t even say nothin’ and my goose is cooked and ain’t no thing I can do about it. But ’til we has that conversation, fo’ real and not in here wif all th’ smoke, I’m gonna keep tryin’ to rip up track and you gotta keep out th’ way. So it’s like I said; we eitha gotta dance togetha, or we gotta find you th’ door. Now get on wif yo’self.