Without a care in the world
That odd ass girl
Sat on her patio
Swaying from side to side the other day.
Eyes red and puffy in that obvious way,
She had been crying or something.
Listen, that odd ass girl,
That odd ass girl plays her music
And gazes towards the sun,
Walks that little, old dog
Smiling at nothing.
She walks back and forth in the same spot
Sometimes she walks in circles.
Look at her – why is she so happy?
Did she say good morning to me?
What the hell is her problem,
Speaking to a stranger don’t she know
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