The touch of your knee on the one forty six
The smell of your hair on the nine
The chicks who are riding the CTA
Are fine, fine, really fine.
You brain-heavy broads on the one seven one
You cute little nymphs on the three
I want you, I want you, come sit next to me
And see what a ride this can be.
Good ass I admire on the one twenty six
Great bobbling boobs on the four
But little old ladies that smell of their gin
The two oh six takes to their door.
The seventy two, the one hundred and three
Hither and yon they roll by
Crammed with the ladies I want to be near.
Could one of you give me the eye?
I stand at the bus stop with no place to go
I stand with my head hanging bare
The coaches go by; I continue to stand
I stand cuz I don't have the fare.
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