In a corner café with flip-flops and braids you’re grooving
With Nietzsche on the brain you talk but you’re mouth ain’t moving
You say the ocean’s too blue for me
Let’s hail a cab and go to Kansas city, forget our heartache
Genevieve, could I ever be so free?
Genevieve, you mean so much to me
You climb over every mountain, swimming in every fountain
When do you sleep, how can you be so Genevieve?
In a post-modern trend you became my best friend, it’s complicated
You’re as random as the breeze in patchwork blue jeans, you never fake it
You say, “The secret to life is simple,
in the ocean of mankind I’m just a ripple, just one ripple.”
Genevieve, could I ever be so free?
Genevieve, you mean so much to me
When you dominate conversation, you’re saving the situation
When do you sleep, how can you be so Genevieve?
I admire your unconventional life
I think you got it right
So why can’t I?
Genevieve, you mean so much to me
Genevieve, could I ever be so free?
You’re making a wish on Sunday, seeing it through on Monday
When do you sleep, how can you be so Genevieve?
How can you be so Genevieve?
written by Aryn Michelle © 2011