late night, see through
your down town after work
lights out, pink dress
you have never looked more beautifull
driving you home has never felt like letting go
but, driving you home, feels like letting go
green eyes, long hair
a rose that much to old
the radio, doesnt work
and awkward silence begins
your father hates me, so Ill drop you
on the corner once again
i guess ill see you
tommorrow after work
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