Brian Kenneth Cindy
“C in the Key of D, Cindy” Takes her about five minutes to drive home, We drive all night – backroads and no lights. She brushes her cheek by the seeping skylight, Wears a fading ring toe with a bright rose glow. Scratches her nose as her beauty encloses, My hot fire car and the windows explode. I’m just a small piece of her Friday night, But I wanna see how deep this Madonna can reach… C in the Key of D, Cindy Cindy, Ride with Me, Cindy. In the Key of D, My Cindy. She wore black spaghetti straps and sandals to match, Her long Brown-hair flowed through the air. With brown-burned skin and Cherokee rims, She opened up the door as I wait for more. Not sure where she’s going tonight, Uncertain how she’ll live the rest of her life. Ciiinnndddy, Come with Me. Ride with Me, Sing with Me, Cindy. In the Key of D, My Cindy. Drive and we drive til’ we eventually reach, Destination Unknown, and she finally speaks. Walk and we talk, as we safely sit, At American Joe’s, an American Hit. Nestled at a table fit for one, Dim light above, but she could light up the Sun. She tells me about her older sister who won’t admit her mister, And how the Jersey Shore is calling for more. The baby boy that Daddy never had, But now he smiles all day and her mama so proud. She’s my Sin in the Key of D, Cindy, Drink with Me, Sing with Me, In the Key of D, Cindy. Substitute waitress’ serve beige bread wastefullness, My silver ring slips in dip, her eyes sparkle restlessness. Necklace of recklessness, blown away by beauty’s kiss. Conversation runs thin, and my lips begin to bend, Words beyond repair as she chokes the smoke-filled air. Hidden through her palms, those sun-soaked rays smile on, Drowning in her sin, my blood sleeps again. Prom Queen, drama scences, cover of my maxim magazine, Bye, Bye, nice to know, see you soon, I've got to go. And it takes her about Five minutes to drive home, We drive all night - backroads and no lights. C in the Key of D, My Cindy. What'll be will be, My Cindy. Remember Me, My Cindy.
