Till Three

I asked her the other day Then waited two days for today She said at one or two she would come My hair was done But not that great I am dressed But not that pretty I had my bag packed With money to spend Only on her I had a gleam in my eyes Smile from my lips One rolled around And two has left Oh she tells me to wait till three Im trying to i will Wanting things to work But she would never fall for a pathetic loser like me I just sit and wait Till three

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