16.

She was oh so pretty
I feel for the city too.
I t drew me know it
The river bank was an eclectic mix
Of oral sex and still yet so full of shit.

The days were made
Of Scrumpy Jack and Turbo Lemonade
Yet we still so forbade
What life was to make us.

And now the dreams are much sober
I'm growing so much older.
I need to remain
Calm through the storm, I need to pertain
That my love will remain.

The days were made
Of Scrumpy Jack and Turbo Lemonade
Yet we still so forbade
What life was to make us.

Those days can still remain
But I still withhold refrain
The trust is gone but the offer still withstands
That all your love is still held in my hands.

You may make love with your hands
But I still hook onto you like candy
Oh so what what do I pray?
Other than a hand shandy...