Its sunday afternoon
You wanted ice cream
But it's to hot to float
In the summers sun
You cried, I felt bad
And made you a slushie
You gave me a dollar
With some numbers
It made me smile
Knowing that a stranger
Would call you that night.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
Its sunday afternoon
You wanted ice cream
But it's to hot to float
In the summers sun
You cried, I felt bad
And made you a slushie
You gave me a dollar
With some numbers
It made me smile
Knowing that a stranger
Would call you that night.