Waiting for my turn at window two
I hear your voice despite the noise
Curious, I look around
There you are with your red shirt and a new hair
color
Must be your senses
You caught me gazing at you
I pretend I was not looking
But you don’t mind at all
Down the town later that day
Though it was cloudy
Nothing to be happy
You offered a high five
and
next was a buddy punch
Lord! I can’t help it
Scream to the world
It was special
The best of every Tuesday
The best of everyday
It was one of the best days of my heart
On my way out at the town’s Beer Feast
I took the exit at the west
which I happen to pass the less
Lucky me because there you are
with
your black stripes tee
and a
new shoe polish
holding
a mug of beer
I am with no fear
Scream up to the last air
It was one of the best days of my heart
The best of everyday
The best of every Thursday
The best days of my heart
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