I have a friend, we used to take a bus
And her niece was usually with us every morning,
Going to school, unknown grade,
All she had wad lip gloss and eye pencil.
One time she had a bag, she forgot on the bus,
Her aunt had to run and stop the bus.
Then in school some one called her a sluts,
She was thinking to stop classes.
I was like in our age being called a slut is a compliment.
Fifty years, you will hear, get out old pal.
