Broken Glass Slippers

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Sharpton Mann

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In a haze across the room, a night so tired
You got looks like matches, set a soul on fire
You were sitting with your cocktail, it was making me jealous
Did she notice me? I can't tell yet
Ain't it funny how the first time that you ever see a stranger
It can make you feel helpless, make you feel reckless
I wanna be your necklace, hang around forever
If it's now or never, I should've known better than to wait

I can see you in red, such a hot mess
I close my eyes, your hair is down and you're wearing that dress
I don't know your name, don't got your picture
Got blood on my hands I'm holding broken glass slippers

We could get married in Vegas, make some babies
I know that concept is crazy, but the way the world keeps turning itself out burning itself out
Can't seem that crazy, I wonder what you're thinking 
I could pound my drink and maybe I'd be brave enough to walk over to you
And I bet that I'm older than you, at least by a year or two
I'm sure it's not the first time, that would be the worst line that I think that I could say
What woman wants to talk about age
Did I say woman? I meant queen, angel goddess
Anything you want to be called be honest it's yours

I can see you in red, such a hot mess
I close my eyes, your hair is down and you're wearing that dress
I don't know your name, don't got your picture
Got blood on my hands I'm holding broken glass slippers

I wanna put you on canvas, take you and your little dog too back to Kansas
Dorothy? I guess that makes me the Scarecrow
Cause I still can't walk over there though I know that you look like you are getting tired
Of waiting for some lion to gather up the courage
Well enough is enough and then I look up and you're gone
Oh no, where did you go? I swear that it seems like I blinked and you just disappeared
Just blinked and you disappeared 
I wonder if you were ever here at all, did I make you up nothings clear at all
Except that I'm just a damn fool, standing in a long line of fellas
Afraid to ever talk to you

I can see you in red, such a hot mess
I close my eyes, your hair is down and you're wearing that dress
I don't know your name, don't got your picture
Got blood on my hands I'm holding broken glass slippers

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