D-Sisive - Cincinnati Sunday Lyrics
(Verse)He needed milk, get a whole wheat loaf for his toastHe was low on butter and low on doughHe’ll stretch what’s left til his next paycheckSpread it then or steal a couple packets from the doughnut shopPocketed 4$, sock-less in slippersNo keys, left his front door unlockedThe bell rang as the store door openedHello said the man behind the counterHe nodded, was not in the mood for a convoThe dumpsters and the milk carton was dropped in plastic bag that he grabbed with his leftWhile he palmed with his right a Kit Kat Chunky,Slipped it in his pocketTurned around and bumped in a lady holding chunky soupShe said: what a coincidence. Then winked at him,Afraid, he raced out the corner store nervousHe heard her telling him to stopYou’re under arrest sirHe stopped frozen,I don’t know what you saw officer but this chocolate was bought and not stolenTheir eyes lockedThey stood in silence for a minuteShe dropped her coup cans and kissed himHe fought not,Mouth open, her tongue pressed against hisOut in the open, a Cincinnati SundayIn front of couples pushing strollersWith Starbucks lattés, old men with walking caneTeenagers inhaling cigarettesA lady sticking parking tickets on a windshieldA type 2 diabetic begging changeAnd all of the above with the sympathetic pitchWith the whole world around them, they continued to kissLost in the moment, palms on his shouldersHe thought for a moment, this is like a movieAll we need is rain, like Ryan and RachelBut I don’t know her nameI wonder if it’s Jennifer, Sarah or LorraineShe could be my soul mateWe could be foreverThis is quite the story for the grandkidsGather round for the hundredth timeOnce upon a time I ran out of milkNot this one again, grandpaBut who kisses a complete stranger?What if she’s insane? What if she’s a killer?Targeting shoplifters and I’m her new victimBut I don’t wanna stop and I don’t wanna thinkAll I wanna do is feelThen he felt burning from her fingers on the tipOn his lower backHer fingers pressed burning through his clothingThey kissed while his skin sizzledThe flame sparked, the cotton of his crude neck caught fireThey kissed harder, the flames spreadFrom his back to his stomachThen her wardrobe joined in, hair on fireTheir skin melted into a puddle on the sidewalkTheir skeletons collapsed into a pile of bones and teethThe diabetic finally made a dollarThat bought him a Kit Kat Chunky on a Cincinnati Sunday.
