Sitting on the bus
Next to you.
I see you shyly look over
At me.
I give you the death stare.
You look away.
Sitting on the bus
Next to you.
I look at you with
Admiring eyes, but you
Take out my soul with
Piercing eyes.
I look away.
Sitting on the bus
Next to who?
Oh yes, the Bean Kid.
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