Bus Stop
I saw her standing at the 4th st. bus stop
Chewing on gum Chew, Snap, Pop..
She checked her watch. not once, but twice.
Cute face, tight jeans, nice butt, how nice
I watched her from a distance. to see if she needed a ride.
I thought, she's the kind of girl I'd like to have by my side
I asked her if she needed a ride, since the bus was running late
She said, that would be nice. I have an important business date. How great
She said her name was Sydney. I told her mine as well
We rapped for a while. I dropped her off, We made plans for a date. Swell
Dinner was great, the alcohol was kickin', and the sex was even better
I awoke to find her gone and in my hand, a letter
I opened the letter, read a few lines. some of it I didn't understand
But what caught my eyes were the words..I'm really a MAN
I couldn't believe it. how could I be so dumb. She insisted we do it in the dark..
there will be no more pick-ups at the bus stop. Maybe I'll try the park.
Carron carter-original
Copyright © Carron Carter | Year Posted 2015
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