MARTY

 I remember you standing under the lamppost

somewhere by the mile oak and portslade

waiting for the bus . i recall you told me i wore gorgeous

i dare you to  kiss me because i bet im pretty delicious 

how you walk forward to me because wore like curious 

like that George , yeah i remember how you didnt want my money

was like put them away , honey ...

as we went downtown to Brighton , i  recall how i sat by your wingman

how you compliment my singing and i thought you wore the king of england 

and dont you think you get away without get an poem ...