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You always sat in the back of the bus,

And I knew from the start it wasn't just lust.

We were made for each other

And not for another

Because I love you so much

It's too bad I can't touch.

I wish you would come back

Instead of getting your things to pack

I think of how perfectly you were made

And only wish that I had gotten laid

But why did you have to leave me?

You know I don't have a fee.