The lady on the bike I wake up in the morning and make a coffee I walk downstairs to the front deck and sit After awhile the clock turns to eight am And a moment later along comes her quick The lady on the bike says good morning Of course I reply good morning to her back Off she rides down the street pedaling Until the next morning when she rides past ©Schizology

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The lady on the bike I wake up in the morning and make a coffee I walk downstairs to the front deck and sit After awhile the clock turns to eight am And a moment later along comes her quick The lady on the bike says good morning Of course I reply good morning to her back Off she rides down the street pedaling Until the next morning when she rides past ©Schizology

Schizology