Eyes in the Back of My Hair

Saw you leaning by the counter, grinning way too wide. Whispering sweet nothings

to that girl with cherry eyes. You said I was your only one,

swore it through and through. But your lips were moving faster than your promises

flew. Oh, you think I didn't see. Well,

honey, that ain't true. I got eyes in the back of my hair,

do. And your little game won't do. She twirled her straw like she

owned the place, batty lashes low. You laughed like every word she said made your

whole world glow. But last week you told me, "Darling, no one else