Drivers License
Two hands on the wheel- sweaty palms
You're trying your best to just stay calm
Mirrors have to be adjusted
You have to prove you can be trusted
Look left and right
Don't let anything out of your sight
Back up in a straight line
And you'll be fine
Parallel parking is not always easy
Sometimes it even makes people queasy
But just push through it
You and I know you can do it
Don't be intimidated
By the testers silence
In a few short minutes you'll have your
Drivers license!
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