There was this girl - smoking - looked very cool
There was this f-cking guy - told me he was some rocker - and just f-cking swinging crazily with the muzik, in front of me.
"F-ck u" he told me. (yes, not the other way ard)
"whats up ?"
"Who r u ?" he asked
I just smiled
"I'm a rocker" he told me
"yes I know"
"first time we met each other ?"
then continue swinging (like crazy)
"cheers man" he raised his glass
"no more" I pointed to my empty bottle
Then he continued swinging, like hell
Before went out, I looked at his glass, smell like lemonade. And I thought it was wine or something.
True passion doesn't seem to require stimulation, huh ?
The girl - then ran to the restroom - to poke
Passion isn't always practical