Junior Year

Where is a girl who can satisfy

This free-wheelin’ quip-dealin gemini

Keeps me from being a nervous wreck

Can be found scratching the back of my neck

Knows the spot that tickles the most

Is proud of me and for me boasts

Doesn’t’ care when I sing out of tune

Open mind like a rolling sand dune

Large deep eyes of any shade

For a girl like this, anything I’d trade

But where is she, she’s so far away

Further down that love highway

And I’m here standing, the roadside sap

Who searches for the elusive map

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