.you ride with the top down
and all the boys stare
with the scent of a magazine
and your wind-blown hair>and i coulda tried to get deeper inside
but i sat there alone
and i slowly got fried
hope it's only pretend
that this is the end
i've got piles of old pictures
go.
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