They were eating a shawarma
Whey they walked around the corner
He said let's sit down here and have another beer
It was the middle of the night
there was barely light when
she came outta nowhere
With a vague and empty stare
Almost breathing in their air
She called out
You have an ugly face
get outa of my space
Find another place to be
At 3 in the morning
I guess she's down
Tired of being down trodden
Beaten into the ground
All she can say is
Hey you gotta an ugly face
getta outa my space, it's my place to be at 3 in the morning.
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