Bus stop girl watching me,
going around the track in light speed,
skimpy little shorts I wore,
running around from up above,
then down below,
scaling up building walls,
rebel that I am,
dare to meet me if you can,
look right into my eyes,
then say good bye,
then to, a bridge and bonding,
I always hope we will remember this,
cause life times are not forever,
but for a eternal kiss.
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