Listening to folk rock in a park
In alpha bet city
Made me feel so young and pretty
Pretty from the inside
They say it's the best kind

We run into our new friend with the
Tattoo on his cheek
We gave him a cigarette earlier this week
We'll see him again
At 2by4 around ten

Mid June air
Don't change
To horrible July
I never get enough chances to catch these days
That seems to fly
They end so fast
They end so fast

(Please note- there is a melody to this, it's actually a
song, but due to technical problems, this is what you get.
oh, and sorry for not using capital letters, I'm lazy like
that)