REFRAIN: Don’t ever want this bus to stop. Keep the tires turning till they drop. Until the axles rust and they flop.

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I’ll never lose sight of the first time we met. When I gazed into your eyes, I began to reflect. I wondered if you had any pendantry toward me. Well if not, how could I make you.

Under the yellow sunshade we call a bus. On these slightly cushioned brown three seaters. The beginning of something comely began. Now where do we go from here.

I couldn’t stop myself from peering your way. Your harmonious strawberry red hair made me shiver. It must have been quite easy to tell, That you were on my mind.

Within one of our extremely curt conversations. I told you my shoulders were and always will be tense. And your echo was a massage, and you said, Most often these end in sex.

Before the night ended I had your number. And after I called, you had mine. From that day on you called me each and every day. But there was just one thing that I couldn’t tell.

I was already in a healthy relationship. Even after all the dreams I had of you and me. Within a week after you got sick of calling me. She and I broke it off.

How could I be so dumb. How could I be so dumb. How could I be such a nut bucket.

I wish I could put my life in retrogression. Backslide to the back, of that bus.