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In a letter, Sunset fire, Smiling like a teenage princess, She parked the car in the student parking lot. Secretly serene, And looking forward to that final day, She was seventeen a year since August, Graduating Senior High. She walked on clouds into the building, And opened up her locker- 9-7-2-1 Like a ball and chain. She took her books and notebook drivel- And threw all caution to the wind... She called her sweetheart and screamed, "Hey, guy! One day until we graduate! Let's go out tonight and have a ball!" ...We've paid our lovin' dues!... |