...Flat tyre
For a good liar
Saw from far
He entered a bar
I punctured his car
Running late
To his next date
I laughed out
To this fate
How much I hate
For he walked
Away from my gate
But who knew
I was just a bait
Now he pays
Cause his late
To meet his date
Who is at wait
In the rain
Outside her gate...


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