The Perfect Poem Live by Taalam Acey Lyrics
[Verse: 1]
I don't need no smoke and mirrors to bring you nearer from across the room
And I can see past your makeup and perfume
And without leaving this stage, I can accompany you home
But that's nothing
Because every time you sip your drink, I taste your suffering
And I'm not talking about some man who played you,
because I play to much deeper emotions like your eyes
And even in this light, they can tell me/
whether you're worried if you're raising your children right
Or whether you're concerned that you might stay out too many nights
Or whether you're obsessed with success/
and stressed that you're wasting your life
It's like I'm some circus freak, like/
from this stage, I can guess you're age and your weight
but trying to guess someone's sizes and birthdates is fake
And what I'm telling you right now is as real as your tears and heartache
And I've been around the block enough times to know,/
when a woman has regrets
When there's things, she wishes she could hide/
and embarrassing situations that she hopes to forget
Like you don't recognize that ain't nobody in this room perfect/
and your life might just be as good as it gets
and you looking at magazines, and TV/
hoping that you could have some famous woman's life
Knowing, it would never be worth it for you to pay the price/
and all the principles that you cherish/
are all the values that she sacrificed
And me, sometimes known for love and erotic poems that flow like Hennessy/
and hypnotic porn that even in this room full of women/
could get you hot and warm
Like my tongue, when you ain't got nothing but my words and chocolate on
But that's a bluff--speaking sex to a room full of women when I know,/
if I have you, then I have enough
And my sweetest tasting poem, would be your smile
And my most passionate applause would be/
the way that you're looking at me right now
And I feel scarred
Like falling in love with you could jeopardize my relationship with God
Because only the everlasting should be loved eternally/
and perhaps a man and a woman shouldn't love that hard
But here we are, in this venue where all these writers come to perform,/
like they don't know, if I have you,/
ain't no need for none of us to write no more
Because whoever sees my love for you,/
will already have seen: the perfect poem
I don't need no smoke and mirrors to bring you nearer from across the room
And I can see past your makeup and perfume
And without leaving this stage, I can accompany you home
But that's nothing
Because every time you sip your drink, I taste your suffering
And I'm not talking about some man who played you,
because I play to much deeper emotions like your eyes
And even in this light, they can tell me/
whether you're worried if you're raising your children right
Or whether you're concerned that you might stay out too many nights
Or whether you're obsessed with success/
and stressed that you're wasting your life
It's like I'm some circus freak, like/
from this stage, I can guess you're age and your weight
but trying to guess someone's sizes and birthdates is fake
And what I'm telling you right now is as real as your tears and heartache
And I've been around the block enough times to know,/
when a woman has regrets
When there's things, she wishes she could hide/
and embarrassing situations that she hopes to forget
Like you don't recognize that ain't nobody in this room perfect/
and your life might just be as good as it gets
and you looking at magazines, and TV/
hoping that you could have some famous woman's life
Knowing, it would never be worth it for you to pay the price/
and all the principles that you cherish/
are all the values that she sacrificed
And me, sometimes known for love and erotic poems that flow like Hennessy/
and hypnotic porn that even in this room full of women/
could get you hot and warm
Like my tongue, when you ain't got nothing but my words and chocolate on
But that's a bluff--speaking sex to a room full of women when I know,/
if I have you, then I have enough
And my sweetest tasting poem, would be your smile
And my most passionate applause would be/
the way that you're looking at me right now
And I feel scarred
Like falling in love with you could jeopardize my relationship with God
Because only the everlasting should be loved eternally/
and perhaps a man and a woman shouldn't love that hard
But here we are, in this venue where all these writers come to perform,/
like they don't know, if I have you,/
ain't no need for none of us to write no more
Because whoever sees my love for you,/
will already have seen: the perfect poem