smackin
sneakin' cigarettes after
Sunday school
and wonderin' if
I can get in suzy's
pants
first kiss in the hall
with the altos oh wait
that one in third grade
dark haired grrll
and I fell down
like it meant more
than anything
and she doesn't like poetry
she just wants to be friends
and my waistline ain't getting
any smaller
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