she would move her legs under the tablei could see she 
knew the bass line she would tap her hands and feet to 
the clock radio she never missed a beat cecille... won't 
you tell me what you need? she would put the water on, 
wait for it to boil turn it off, forget to make the tea 
she would look into the mirror, waiting for numbers and 
signs cecille... won't you tell me what you see?