lying in the middle of the street.
There's a lovely boy up the road,
waiting for me to rub his feet.
It's a little dusty
crying in a private shoe store.
But there's nothing better
than having a sweetheart that
you truly adore.
You keep the cherry
trying to reach that pot of gold.
The kid in the jail cell
keeps getting arrested because
he's very bold.
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