Youth For Passion, Swat Those Flies!
Remember the hard times
For it will be around to teach our kids
And when their day has come to
All we'll see is red lipstick , loud cologne
Blasting tunes of our youth and theirs
Though we may stop them from becoming adults
The bad times are what may turn them quicker
Back porches equipped with mosquitos
Scented ale lingering around
Mary Jane's scent is everyone's favorite aroma
Remember the times
They bring past, present and no hope for the future
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