Mr. Smith

Mr Smith makes tacos
wearing red uniform
This small place is
full of people
The men order
a large sized one
and for girls
there's a medium
but I can eat a whole
large sized one
Anyway there is
Eric who often drop in
He visits in alone
almost everyday
But he doesn't look too lonely
and he knows too many things
Smith likes to hear his stories
Oh Smith
Did Eric come today
Oh Smith
What kind of secrets did he
spill to you this time
I like to stare
when he cooks
Even though it's tiny food
I can see clear rules
between them
Smiths moves calmly
in sequence
When I'm looking at
I feel like as if I watch
sports doin' alone
It's yammy whatever he cooks
Especially it goes
perfect with coke
BUT I have a little problem
There are awful herbs in tacos
Smith doesn't understand me
He doesn't understand me at all
Oh Smith
Don't put the herbs in that I hate
Oh Smith
I love you but I'll kill you
if you do that again