flair.

do it with flair, baby. do it with flair.

walked out of work today, and macy gray kept getting through the shuffle..."i am a sex-o-matic venus freak when i'm wit you, and i will stop it, only when you tell me to". i like the image of me walking through the k street lobbyists singing macy, stripped of my annoying work shirt. flip-flops, dress pants, white tank, ipod, cigarette in hand, shades, hat by ray hands. do it with flair. even if you don't know what the hell you're doing, do it with flair. make the white men in suits and shiny shoes cringe at your boldness. singing like i don't give a shit, making a fool of myself, but sometimes that's what you gotta do. especially when macy's on. because if she tells me anything, it's that my heart may be broken, but that's no reason to sit out this dance.

more macy gray..."it's been three days since you called and hung up on me when all you wanted was to hold me tight. now you're sorry and wanna make it up to me, but i think i need a little more time. when. i. see you. i'm gonna kiss you all over your face. when. i. see ----" whoa. i saw you. woman walking down the street with just about the best muscle definition i've ever seen. shoulders back. infectious smile. just came back from the gun show. do it with flair, baby. do it with flair. i saw you. make me wonder where your joy comes from. loving the flair. loving the rain falling on my body. umbrella in hand. unopened. nothin' but love. and macy's on again.