Work is done,
I wait for you to come;
But our parking spot is still empty
Three hours passed,
Thought you'd be fast,
But our parking spot is still empty.
I cooked for you today,
Now it's time to wait...
And our parking spot is still empty.
Your food is now cold,
Man, you are bold.
To keep our parking spot- still empty.
Seven hours pass,
I want to kick your ass
But the parking spot is still empty!
Ten years pass,
Revisiting my past.
The length I have gone
To make my parking spot empty.
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