Never made it as a wise man
I'm bringing sexy back
Life's like this
If you're going to San Francisco,
Be sure to wear flowers in your hair
It's been a while since you last saw me
A hundred days have made me older
I walked across an empty land
When the day becomes the night,
Just know that I think of you
My friend's got a girlfriend and he hates that b****
You'll seen it all before.
*Facepalm*
Well, that was pants. I had to skip one song so everything could be in the same language. This is definitely the worst poem I've ever written.
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