wish she were in the kissing booth
I’d scrounge some change or dollar bills
from men who couldn’t spare a tooth
much less a cent for childish thrills
wish she were in the kissing booth
I’d stand in line and wait my turn
behind half-men half-ripe from youth
with eager grins and antsy words
wish she were in the kissing booth
I’d fix my hair while next in line
and listen as another proves
what’s spent is spent and lost in time
wish she were in the kissing booth
I’d walk right up and wipe her lips
of ev’ry kiss from ev’ry fool
who knew not how true love begins
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