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I don’t want anymore Barbie dolls.

I don’t want anymore kites,

I don’t want anymore bottles,

I want to learn how to ride my bike.



I don’t want to feel the assfault rubbing on my skin,

I don’t want to feel the burn of the Neosporin on my chin.

I don’t want to do a face plant falling off my bike,

I want to keep all fingers and toes if that’s quite alright.



I want to race the wind without falling on my face,

I want to learn how to ride my bike,

Without making a big mistake,



Buckle my helmet on me real tight,

So that if I fall I’ll be semi-all right.

Keep my elbow pads and kneepads locked on me too.

So that when I fall off my bike I’ll still look like new.



I climb on my bike,

And hold on real tight.

I start pedaling real fast

And hey look I’m alright.