At the dance
Was this you again ?
I'm hiring a friend
To sit in my truck
To watch the
Parking lot
Twenty tires slashed
Would an old man like you
Have the energy ?
It's a mystery
No one can know
No one sees
We are all left wondering
Just
How crazy have you
Become
People don't believe -
You can be so
Sweet
And fun
I find myself hoping
That it is not
You - but
I keep the security cameras on
The spotlight in the dark corner
Of the yard
Blinding
The passerby
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