I can't believe
I just fumbled the bag
I sat infront a baddie
On the tram
She had a cute nose
And lushuous curly hair
Just like me
Just gotta make sure our kids
Are hairy and nosy
But I fumbled the bag
I didn't ask her how she was
I didn't pretend to be lost
And ask for directions
And no,
I didn't ask where she was going
I didn't ask her what's good to do in the city that day
I didn't ask her if she can cook me a warm meal
And hold me when I'm tired
I didn't even hold eye contact with her
Does she even know
That I couldve loved her
And she couldve loved me, in return?
I just fumbled the bag
And maybe next time, I won't,
Maybe the tram ride will be just a couple stops longer
Maybe the baddie drops her wallet in front of me,
As she gets out,
Forcing me to get out after her to return it to her
But no, luck was not in my favour
Luck only favoured me to keep making excuses,
And no, the baddie didnt get confronted by 10 eshays
Asking for her money
So I can jump infront of her
And flog them all
Irregardless of the facts that their average age is 14, and all of them carrying kitchen knives
But no, luck was not in my favour
Luck only favoured me to keep making excuses,
the baddie didnt get to kiss me
Or to elope with me to rural Japan
To have a couple hairy and nosy children together
The baddie got out at the next stop
And I, fumbled the bag
The end.
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