that big girl in the cubicle next to mine
I had spoken softly to you, my chubby lady, my big girl
don't be like that, lah
but you only heard with a little ear
your missing smiles dragged you miles away from me
your cheesy talks were the only things I want to listen to
my heart you had anyway, I had thrown away, at discounted price
in a cheap moving sale out of your mind
your backside was my prairie where my imagination had lain like a fumbling little house
I tried to fathom your heart through the branches of hairs in your nose
source of the mystery of our look to each other
last modified on Mon 10 Apr 2006