Soda Pop Crush
Soda pop crush my how time has flown r Young and scared who could forebear youthful lust before true love was known
with citrus colored hair skin so fair Rejection of sweet strawberry giggles sublime in my mind would have been the end of time Reflecting back over my twisting vine I see that young girl now has gone wine We all grow older in the sunshine and rain but true love grew on a new vine happy and twain I hope she is happy with a blush good to see you again little red crush
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