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Rusted and Busted Contest
Sinful Rusted Red Firebird Sometimes I think back to those years I wish I had been just a bit older Nobody notices a fourteen year old boy Funny though, I noticed everything Under her paisley top she didn't wear a bra Long blond hair flowing out the car window Robert took her for a drive in his 68 Firebird Undressed her right there in the back of the car Silly giggling sounds from behind fogged windows The thought of the two of them was exciting Everything seemed much more vivid back then Don't know if anything has ever felt so intense again Robert was the cool one back in those days Easy good looks and of course that car Dangerous he was, in a James Dean sorta way Firebirds still evoke sexy images for me I bought this rusted piece of junk just to restore it Rusted sure, but when I'm done it will be cherry red Eleven years I've owned this busted old car But it seems like it will never really be mine I sit in it sometimes and imagine I'm with her Running my hands through her gorgeous blonde hair Don't judge me, I know it's just a silly boyhood fantasy. Sorry Casarah, I can't bold on my IPad.
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