She used to roam the streets
Like a floating paper bag
If paper bags had a
Pink streak in their hair

She used to steal candy from
Her friend’s dad’s grocery store
They weren’t really friends and
She didn’t even like candy

She used to drive her beat-up Chevy
That was actually her brother’s beat-up Chevy
She would’ve had her own beat-up Chevy
If she were old enough to drive

She used to wear mismatched socks
Pretending it was fashion
She didn’t know anything about fashion, plus
She was always losing socks.

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