Songs: OhiaTigress

It's difficult not to worry about what happens next.
certain looks sort out confused looks.
certain looks sport confused looks. I watched us talking in the mirror,
and you put on that look that says,
"this little star wishes she weren't single." It is the eye that catches me: a man protesting his worth.
It is the ear that catches you, putting the shake on your words.
you are alert as a tigress at a common table with her fate.
you can almost taste it. we'll be gone by morning or be together by then.
I believe every woman has made up her mind to win.