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.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016
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