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Ode to a Random Girl I Met at a Party
I met her at a party
She said her name was Kate
And I never never met a girl
Who looked so good in my hat
Could it really be this easy
It all feels so natural
Could this be something
Or just a short circuit moment
What's the point?
She said she hates hippies
Says she fancies herself a punk
She said she loves music
And I said I play a lot
Is this really happening?
Five minutes ago she was
Nothing more than another
Face in the crowd
What's the point?
She took all my cigarettes
My lighter too
She said she was worth more than a dollar
I wouldn't pay more than two
Now she's gone
Never see her again
And one question just keeps
Running through my mind
What's the point?