I have my car in sixth gear,
back seat full of mutineers,
we have no where to be,
flying high on caffeine,
all I see are green lights
and my loves we have all night
bird's eye to the night sky
and I'm feeling tongue tied
we know we're misbehaved
barefoot and toeing the waves
and we've lost all control
but I don't even feel the cold
testing out each others' gall
dropping trou, tagging walls
no clothes, but smiles abound
passing out once we lie down
knowing that we're over-blessed,
under-aged and under-dressed
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