Brets Day

I was wondering through the streets of the city

Rambling through the avenues of time

When from nowhere my eyes fell onto a girl, and by chance her eyes fell onto mine

So I sat and I acted all nonchalant

She smoked her lavender cigarette

Reading the future that lay in my hands, as my shadow played a bass clarinet

Where are you going with this Bret?

We waltzed down a molded boulevard

Just two silhouettes in thе mist

Oh yes

Days went by and years wеnt by

Moments went by when we kissed

When was this?

She said "your beard is woven of heartache"

And we'll drink for the lonely tonight

And the moon is a horny old drunkard

Uh Bret, could you please move over to your right?

We drank dandelion wine and we reminisced about the moment we first met that day

I'm trying to watch TV

Then we reminisced about how we first reminisced

Oh ya? Sounds a bit gay

She handed me a broken memory

A keepsake to forever more save

That a brief taste of love is as sweet as any

And with that she made her way

She said her name was a secret

Then she said her name was Cherise

Is her middle name Cherise?

So it's a secret Cherise? Maybe?

Hmm maybe

What'd she look like?

She looked like a Parisian river

What, dirty?

She looked like a chocolate eclair

That's weird

Her eyes were reflections of eyes

Oh no

And the rainbows danced in her hair

Oh ya

She reminded me of a winter's morning

Oh frigid?

Her perfume was eau de toilette

What does that mean?

She was comparable to Cleopatra

Quite old?

She was like Shakespeare's Juilet

What 13?

The bohemians of Soho did pirouettes as we waltzed through the streets of Manhattan

The rivers of ribbon and sails of sock

Bret, did any of this actually happen?

The girl I described, she's as real as the wind

It's true, I saw her today

The other details are inventions

Because I prefer her that way