Hand In the Cookie Jar
Stopped at the light
Looked over and there she was
Smiling, laughing then waving
Cause she was caught
I chuckled, her at me
She didn't turn, neither would I
Light turned green, it was time to go
Her number I needed to know
Trapped by glass
This couldn't start nor could it last
Waved in small goodbyes
Pressed the pedal and broke the ties
But man was she pretty
Copyright © Ernest Martinez | Year Posted 2016
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