#43 91,300 KISSES
#43 91,300 KISSES
(Americana)
Sixteen-years-old in my kitchen,
Mom says "Close your laptop, enough code."
"Roxanne, you're so smart and so intense."
"Boys like to show off, not be outshone."
But Mom knows I'm great at hiding how,
For me numbers are the world's best buffet.
I ever meet someone... interesting,
He asks what I want, then I could say.
True love, one house, three kids, five promotions,
Ninety vacations, mountains or oceans.
Don't need a bulls-eye, but close would be nice.
It's not me if the target's not precise.
Six hundred four late night fountain wishes,
And ninety one thousand, three hundred kisses.
Carried my numbers silently with me,
Through high-school, college, first job in tech.
All through the years, the numbers stayed right,
But wrong for all my dates, those painful wrecks.
Got my own startup, with co-working space,
Noticed another shop's engineer.
World's worst haircut, but skilled coder,
He listens, might be the one who hears.
True love, one house, three kids, five promotions,
Ninety vacations, mountains or oceans.
Don't need a bulls-eye, but close would be nice.
It's not me if the target's not precise.
Six hundred four late night fountain wishes,
And ninety one thousand, three hundred kisses.
Eighth date, he cooked, now drinking wine.
Nervous, finally the right time
"Those lists the girls make on TV?
Want to know mine? It's a lot, but it's me."
He said, "Gotta hear it!" I let out a breath,
Looked in his eyes, and then I said:
True love, one house, three kids, five promotions,
Ninety vacations, mountains or oceans.
Don't need a bulls-eye, but close would be nice.
It's not me if the target's not precise.
Six hundred four late night fountain wishes,
And ninety one thousand, three hundred kisses.
Six great years in, two kids and three promotions.
Numbers are wrong? Not the slightest notion!
My precisely right life. How do I know?
Eighty two thousand seven kisses to go!