front seat passenger

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By eleanor maslen

i'll never make the front seat passenger with you. I know this, i know its true. You have a line of girls that want a kiss. im not even a girl you'd likley miss. its sweet in my dreams when i close my eyes then i wake up and your gone, my heart dies You look at me so long so deep. I want you to take me, yours to keep But im not stupid, a silly girl I'll find another guy to call my world.

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