Fight of class
His car was high class
so name it as you want
on roadside it was parked
and his girl was inside
both acted as you know:
“hey B.S. let us go.”
cam along a taxi
like couple, caring less
rushed and passed with speed
first car’s hunk: “don’t you see? ”
and taxi: “go get lost.”
lovely fight of class
both, somehow, against us.
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