car lights painted on her dress
matching green sign that says
'don't litter on street' nice
she has green pants, white tops
holding her lunch bag and ipod
she's been waiting for free ride
i step on my brake for clear view
she noticed me; smile there she go
so pretty for cold, dark morning
i could imagine how many have seen
before turning to highway sixty four
i hope that wasn't ghost standing
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