The End of your Queue.

This is for anyone who's got the Family T Shirt.

The End of your Queue

Feel like I'm waiting,
Feel like I'm stuck
Waiting on your pleasure
And on old lady luck.

On the end of what seems a very long queue,
I'm waiting in line for a chance to talk to you,
Waiting on a chance to look you in the eye
Hold you, enfold you and then make you mine.

I'll be singing in the garden
In search of a smile
like the Spanish caballero
on this bottle of wine.

Ill be knocking on your door, girl,
I'll be fighting for space,
I'll trample the door down
Just to look in your face.

Can't you feel the tension?
Are you toying with me?
You know I'm waiting in the hallway,
Till you turn and see.

Put down the straighteners
There'll be time to fix your hair
Just give me this chance
And I'll leap up your stairs.

But with infants and teens
It's an impossible quest
They get the quality time
And I get what's left.

I tell you it's hard,
In this queue of one,
Just managing a kiss
Would be proof that I'd won.