but you werent
werent cha?
well you are just a traving boy
arent cha?
all dirty with plaid and a tent
all looking like oliver twist-ish
with a guit-fiddle and a mountain harp
or maybe we'll just go ahead and say
like something of a young Dylan
or a young Dylan channeling woody guthrie
well
either way
you asked me my name
your eyes were so charming and blue
and all i could say was just that-my name
when i spoke back to you
but what i really wanted to say was
take me with you
traveling boy because you do
you do have better places to be
than here
waiting for me
me who perfumes
before visiting the vending machine
in hopes that i will breeze by you
and your friends will look too
and youll get jealous..
well at least that how it happened in my head...
but you broke me
and i was too shy
to ask you twice
and i still dont know why
i was so defenseless against you
coming in from san fransisco
God bless san fransisco
rolling em out like a red carpet
except more like a VW bus
still red
but not as flat
and not as classy
maybe ill see you
on the side of the road
ill probably just leave you
nobody takes my heart home.
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