A true story about today
Now this is story all about how my bike got clipped by a car downtown
and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there,
I'll tell you how I became the Princess of Fresh Air
In Northern Cali, born and raised;
riding bikes is where I spent most of my days.
Chillin out, maxin, relaxin' all sweet and all ridin superfast up and down the street
when a couple of cars they were up to no good,
startin makin trouble in my neighborhood
One driver yelled at me but I wasn’t scared I said,
"Fuck you, learn how to share the road asshole." (No, it doesn’t rhyme, but it felt so good.)
and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there,
I'll tell you how I became the Princess of Fresh Air
In Northern Cali, born and raised;
riding bikes is where I spent most of my days.
Chillin out, maxin, relaxin' all sweet and all ridin superfast up and down the street
when a couple of cars they were up to no good,
startin makin trouble in my neighborhood
One driver yelled at me but I wasn’t scared I said,
"Fuck you, learn how to share the road asshole." (No, it doesn’t rhyme, but it felt so good.)
2 Comments:
At 5:48 PM, Anonymous said…
"Fuck you, learn how to share the road asshole."
howz 'bout:
"Be sharin' the road you poopoo- butthead"
At 8:32 AM, Alli said…
Maybe if I'd had lunch OR a Gu. I kinda bonked, and I was way too hypoglycemic to be diplomatic. Maybe I could have weaved that into the song somehow...
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