Beautiful days come and go;
Icey and cold winds blow;
Dark nights are chased away.
But, listen to what I have to say:
I met this pretty girl,
How cute she was,
A brute she wasn't.
We went to the same school,
Together we looked cool.
She lived down by the school side;
For me visit, I had to take a ride.
Today I went for a visit;
I felt like enjoying it.
On my way to her home,
I met a flower man with a straight face;
I bought two flowers;
I took a taxi which took few minutes.
There it was, a beautiful house;
Painted with a picture of Mickey Mouse;
It was her home.
There she was, by the tree.
I went 'cause I had something to share.
She came with a chocolate cake;
Next to her home, we sat by the lake;
We talked 'til late;
It was a real date.
I held her hand,
She held mine.
There was no chance to pretend,
Slowly she kissed me,
I had nothing to say,
I pushed her 'to the lake, I was scared.
Suddenly, there she was, in the lake.
'Ohh! ! ! I didn't mean to... It was a mistake! ! '
We both exclaimed.
I...suddenly 'Vroooomm! ! Bang-bang! !
The sound of a car hitting the imagination.
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