Miss Independent
Oh, it's something about
Just something about the way she move
I can't figure it out, there's something about her
I stare at her thinking about- Jesus, how am I so lucky? I am sitting on the balcony as I watch her moving around the kitchen making coffee while playing with her- our two cats. If I just close my eyes, I can see this scene happening. She is playing with two children instead of two cats. Maybe two children and two cats. What?
A year ago I would never dream about it on earth. And now? Honestly, it's all I can think about.
Said oh, there's something about
Kinda women that want you but don't need you
I remember vividly as we met each other –again. I finally stopped being a coward and asked Kurt to warn me when she wanted to go to Leo's again. Leo's is a bar that I know she likes –because Kurt commented about it a few times, I'm not a stalker or anything– and then after arriving the place, I watched her on a small stage killing a The Killer's song. Ok, maybe I shouldn't be surprised about the stage thing. But I was sure as hell surprised about the music choice.
Cause she walks like a boss
Talks like a boss
Of course that after that sight I would ask her out. I waited as she headed out of the stage and God, the smile on her face when she saw me just made my heart skip a beat. We chatted, drank and laughed –this last one so hard– as I died inside to walk her home. Luckily, she accepted my effort and I could do that at the same time wondering how a simple act like walking could be done with such grace. We exchanged numbers and kept seeing each other until being here.
Manicured nails to set the pedicure off
She's fly effortlessly
And when she hands me a coffee mug I just can't stop staring at her hands. Those fingers.. shit. I love them.
And she move like a boss
Do what a boss
And as I glanced up to the smirk on her face, I knew I was caught off guard. She didn't need to say anything, she just stared at me. It was something so malicious and so different from the looks that the old Rachel Berry usually gave to me..
Do, she got me thinking about getting involved
That's the kinda girl I need
It's not like I didn't know by that time that I had no choice. My future belonged to her.
She got her own thing
That's why I love her
And therefore her iPhone rings and takes us off our bubble for a few seconds. But she wouldn't just stick around and leave me waiting for my good morning's kiss.
Miss independent
Won't you come and spend a little time
So she cuts whatever it was, sits on my lap and presses achaste kiss on my lips.
Oh the way you shine
Miss independent
And all I want right now is freeze this moment forever.
Oh, there's something about
Kinda woman that can do it for herself
But I can't, sadly. She asks me just "to be sure" if our dinner with Brittany and Santana is still going on. I nod and with this she gets out of my lap, takes her Starbucks thermos bottle and head off to rehearsal. I search for my laptop and start writing. I feel inspired this morning.
I look at her and it makes me proud
There's something about her
Later, I see her coming on my way at the restaurant's entrance and when she stops in front of me and places a kiss on my chest, I release a breath that I hardly knew that I was holding.
There something, oh, so sexy about
Kinda women that don't even need my help
It's the first time that Rachel sees Brittany and Santana in years. And it's the first time that they see us as a couple. At first I was afraid, I confess. But Rachel just handled them –and by them I mean Santana– so fucking perfectly that I almost cried. She even earned a shy apologize from the latina –such thing that I never owned– for the past. Fuck!
She says she got it, she got it, no doubt
There's something about her
When we finish, I start searching for my wallet when she stops me and gives me a look that I know so well now. She's got this one. Last time I was the one that paid, but this meeting was settled also by me, so I thought that was still my turn. Now Santana is mouthing "whipped" to me, but honestly I couldn't care less. Surely, I love being in control –on sex– but this is not what right now it's about, right? It's about two people being equally important in a relationship. None is better than the other.
Cause she works like a boss
Plays like a boss
You would rather think that I go crazy when I see all that glances on her. But I'm not –entirely– jealous about it. It's more like feeling powerful because only I have what they want.
Car and a crib she about to pay em both off
And her bills are paid on time
Unfortunately we have to go to her- our home in two cars. The rehearsal-house-restaurant drive was too long to her to give me a ride. So I preferred that we could make it in time instead of hearing Santana's rage for being twenty minutes late. Once again, I was worried about the meeting.
She made for a boss
Soley a boss
Of course that before I let her enter the car I would show them that she's mine and kiss her with all my life.
Anything less
She's telling em to get lost
After this she smirked and blinked at the audience but at no one in particular.
That's the girl that's on my mind
We fucked hard when we made it home.
She got her own thing
That's why I love her
Next week she was all stressed with something about work. And I've done my parton being supportive.
Miss independent
Won't you come and, spend a little time
She apologized for her behavior when she came home one night and I struggled not to cry because I hate seeing those beautiful eyes so worried.
Miss independent, oh the way you shine
Miss independent
We cuddled on the sofa and I fell asleep.
Her favorite thing is to say don't worry I got it
And everything she got best believe, she bought it
Next thing I know is that as I was washing my face after waking up, I notice a ring that definitely wasn't there before I slept.
She gonna steal my heart ain't no doubt about it
Girl, you're everything I need
Said you're everything I need
I look in the mirror and she is there, biting her bottom lip and doing that pretty face that she does when she is excited about something, like talking about Barbra Streisand or veganism.
She got her own thing
That's why I love her
I kiss her and she tells me that she still expects me to ask her hand in marriage, but she couldn't wait anymore to make sure that what we have is serious.
Miss independent
Won't you come and, spend a little time
I tell her that I am planning something, but it's big, so she needs to be a little more patient.
She got her own thing
That's why I love her
She looks at me like Seriously? Are you asking me to be patient?
Miss independent
Oh the way you shine
Miss independent
I look at her smiling in acknowledge.
Miss independent, that's why I love her...
I think I'll need to rush that.