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Boot Chick
Family of the canal, somewhere in the past
She was something sexy that he intended to enjoy
They fell before long, and all was good
She was of the boot in the yesterday
A handful or two, she was all to him
She was all to himself
And she's all gone by the four of four
Thinking kind, he misses her a bit
His appetite surprises him
But it wanes away, leaving
Little is left of the old vent tree
The second stock, smooth designs
He's come strolling with a crooked perspective
All on the spot, all on the line
He'll bet you a hundred of these
Speeding just to get back to everything
He's something like an island man
And he kind of misses his boot chick
She's got a smile and she's out on the water
She deserves nothing less
He hands her a smile and asks her of her luck
She responds with a nervous repetition
He once had eyes for her and only her
The boot chick from three years back
But she's found her way to a newer stretch
And he sends her all of his better karma.
