I know my baby ( And she dosen't dance.)
By: Eternal_Ukyou
Disclaimer: Alright, I'm not sure wither to call this a fic or a really long poem. It's from Yamacha's P.O.V. And I wrote it based on the song 'I know my baby' By Mark McGuinn. Hope you like it! ^_^
There she is, In the middle of an empty dance floor. Strong arms around her waist, a smile on her face.
They don't know I'm here, hiding in the smoky shadow.
But I know that not my baby he holding in his wrap-warm embrace. That's not my baby kissing all over his face. That's not my baby dancing like that. Because I know my baby and my baby don't dance.
The bar is crowded, so I take a seat. Hidden in bodies I watch them move across the floor so wrapped up they don't see, the people who are watching, they don't see me.
But I can see them clearly, I know who he is, the prince of all Saiyjins, once again. What an angel he hold, one just like mine, but I'm sure that he doesn't have to be told.
She looks like my baby, talks like her too, but my baby don't own an high heel shoes. She doesn't have a dress like that, and that just not how she moves. SO down and wild, a green satin, my baby wears her heir back, like she did when she met me. That's not my baby dancing like that. Because I know my baby and she doesn't dance.
He holds her tightly in his warriors arms, and in his eyes there builds a storm. I can tell that he wants her, and he needs her real bad. Glad that not my baby because I won't be had. My baby's at home waiting for me, not on that dance floor he soul being freed.
SO happy she seems in the killers embrace, her body sways gently at her lovers pace. She looks real good in the dress to night, it fits her so nicely, so sweet and so tight. Her bosy, I know, it supple and smooth, just like my baby, she has a rough groove.
But my baby loves me, I know that's not here. She would never make company with a man we all fear. But she looks just like her, my Capsule Corp. cutie. But I know my baby, and she doesn't dance.
But now their going, leaving this place. She smiles at him and touches his face That just what my baby dose to me, but then I'm with her my hearts not free. Because I love my baby like he never would. But this is Vegeta, he never could. But that's not my baby, so I'll them go, but silently thank them for a wonderful show. He calls her softly and then I know, that not my baby sinking so low.
That can't be my baby, though their names are the same. That can't be my baby, putting me to shame. That can't be my baby, she only loves me, but now I wonder why she's acting for free...
I know my baby, I know she's at home. And she'd never be one, to go out and roam in the arms of a man who just isn't me in a dress and shoes that I've never seen. Never knew her to smile at anyone but me, never thought that my baby would want to flee. But I know my baby, and she doesn't dance.
I guess she ain't mine, my baby no more. He taught her some steps and way they soar out of my sight and out of the door. She was never my baby, only causes me strife. My baby, my angel, that love of my life, just walked out the door and didn't think twice, that I might have seen her all dressed up tonight. Never again will I dream she's my wife. What a sneaky young angel, so ready to kill all the love in my heart as if just for thrill.
I guess I don't know my baby as well as I should, because I though I knew, that she just didn't dance.
By: Eternal_Ukyou
Disclaimer: Alright, I'm not sure wither to call this a fic or a really long poem. It's from Yamacha's P.O.V. And I wrote it based on the song 'I know my baby' By Mark McGuinn. Hope you like it! ^_^
There she is, In the middle of an empty dance floor. Strong arms around her waist, a smile on her face.
They don't know I'm here, hiding in the smoky shadow.
But I know that not my baby he holding in his wrap-warm embrace. That's not my baby kissing all over his face. That's not my baby dancing like that. Because I know my baby and my baby don't dance.
The bar is crowded, so I take a seat. Hidden in bodies I watch them move across the floor so wrapped up they don't see, the people who are watching, they don't see me.
But I can see them clearly, I know who he is, the prince of all Saiyjins, once again. What an angel he hold, one just like mine, but I'm sure that he doesn't have to be told.
She looks like my baby, talks like her too, but my baby don't own an high heel shoes. She doesn't have a dress like that, and that just not how she moves. SO down and wild, a green satin, my baby wears her heir back, like she did when she met me. That's not my baby dancing like that. Because I know my baby and she doesn't dance.
He holds her tightly in his warriors arms, and in his eyes there builds a storm. I can tell that he wants her, and he needs her real bad. Glad that not my baby because I won't be had. My baby's at home waiting for me, not on that dance floor he soul being freed.
SO happy she seems in the killers embrace, her body sways gently at her lovers pace. She looks real good in the dress to night, it fits her so nicely, so sweet and so tight. Her bosy, I know, it supple and smooth, just like my baby, she has a rough groove.
But my baby loves me, I know that's not here. She would never make company with a man we all fear. But she looks just like her, my Capsule Corp. cutie. But I know my baby, and she doesn't dance.
But now their going, leaving this place. She smiles at him and touches his face That just what my baby dose to me, but then I'm with her my hearts not free. Because I love my baby like he never would. But this is Vegeta, he never could. But that's not my baby, so I'll them go, but silently thank them for a wonderful show. He calls her softly and then I know, that not my baby sinking so low.
That can't be my baby, though their names are the same. That can't be my baby, putting me to shame. That can't be my baby, she only loves me, but now I wonder why she's acting for free...
I know my baby, I know she's at home. And she'd never be one, to go out and roam in the arms of a man who just isn't me in a dress and shoes that I've never seen. Never knew her to smile at anyone but me, never thought that my baby would want to flee. But I know my baby, and she doesn't dance.
I guess she ain't mine, my baby no more. He taught her some steps and way they soar out of my sight and out of the door. She was never my baby, only causes me strife. My baby, my angel, that love of my life, just walked out the door and didn't think twice, that I might have seen her all dressed up tonight. Never again will I dream she's my wife. What a sneaky young angel, so ready to kill all the love in my heart as if just for thrill.
I guess I don't know my baby as well as I should, because I though I knew, that she just didn't dance.