Bumpy, rough,
noisy, loud...
When you get off,
wave to the croud.
As the bus leaves,
you wave your goodbyes...
And blow kisses to,
all of the guys.
When the bus is out of sight,
you run and jump at your driveway end...
Because you just kissed,
your new boyfriend!
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