Gosh as a child when I rode my bike,
Smiling and happy with delight,
I always thought that I was right,
She told me no that it's late at night,
So she wouldn't find out I snuck out of sight,
She would never know and we'd never fight,
I should have listened late that night,
Finally I started riding it into the moon light,
Now I'm paralyzed and can never think right,
That light was a man and his front light too bright,
I got hit and my mom took me to North End Waterfront,
The light got brighter and I filed with fright,
A few years ago, now I'm thirty-nine and let out a grunt,
All I'm saying is you may think you're right,
Until you end up like Margret Kite..
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
Gosh as a child when I rode my bike,
Smiling and happy with delight,
I always thought that I was right,
She told me no that it's late at night,
So she wouldn't find out I snuck out of sight,
She would never know and we'd never fight,
I should have listened late that night,
Finally I started riding it into the moon light,
Now I'm paralyzed and can never think right,
That light was a man and his front light too bright,
I got hit and my mom took me to North End Waterfront,
The light got brighter and I filed with fright,
A few years ago, now I'm thirty-nine and let out a grunt,
All I'm saying is you may think you're right,
Until you end up like Margret Kite..
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