The kid down the block
When I was young there was this kid down the block
Understand that I was young, barely knew how to talk
I was chalking up my driveway and saw him outside
I yelled, "Hey, do you want to play?" I cried.
He looked at me like a deer at a train
Wide-eyes, his shocked expression turns to a grin
That smile turns to a laugh and in turn to a run
Comes towards me like straight from a gun
I made a new friend that one fateful day
From that first run to now, we've hung out together
Me and the kid down the block, we're no work all play
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