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!...