Slammed & Split

One Magic Phrase

I walked down the block
just the other day
& saw this fly honey
& thought things to say.

I tried to find something
to get her to stay —
something small, something easy
to show her I'm nice
because half of the hard part
is breaking the ice.

She'll hear it & flip,
think that this guy is right.
That was just perfect;
his game is so tight.
His words are so deep,
but they carry so light.
He must be the one —
and I've found him tonight.

She'll think all that,
& I'll be the shit,
show her off to the boys,
y'all know the bit.
I'll tell them the story
of the ill game that I spit;
that one magic phrase
that made everything mellow —
how I walked up to this girl
& just said a "Hello."