Show Off
Don't stand there looking like,
you don't understand,
I am speaking clearly,
you show off man.
Riding on my bumper,
then I had to stop,
oh your breaks didn't work,
your head is full of rocks.
You were in a hurry,
with no where to go,
and then you got mad,
I was driving to slow.
Don't think they will buy it,
I know I do not,
they hear this sort of thing,
an awful lot.
Driving that gas guzzler,
making all kinds of noise,
looks to me like,
you need a smaller toy.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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