[Verse] Beauty is in the eye of the beholder One time, this kid, Bradly, left me with a broken shoulder I had a new telephoto lenses, taking photographs of his second older sister, Gwen Her form was divine, her blinds were slightly open as I hid behind a street sign Then I moved behind a giant pine, she did yoga every night at about nine Bradly wasnt that tough, he had a Kansas city starter coat, his father sold soaps The kind that look like shells, he dealt with distributers and chains of motels Imagine how Gwen smells, her one legged king pigeon pose and her workout clothes Inspiration like a muse, also, on the flying crow, she never wore shoes Thats why I bought this new Canon at the china beach, pack up and head to Gwens street Shit was an I.S., very ritualistic, she wore the same sweats Warm up sweats, they were turbo green, Id often think to myself If I only had a trampoline Then she took off her pants, these photographs were our first found romance I was only twelve, Bradly broke my shoulder when we fell off these garage shelves We were just horsing around, I felt my shit pop when I hit the damn garage ground I showed Gwen the photos years later when she was back in town [Outro] I took photographs of you, when you were younger And now, Im showing them to you
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