I won't mind it at all if you didn't allow me inside with you; when you went to attend the glamorous party,
But at least allow me to sit outside on the steps; engross myself rhapsodically in your faint tunes; that nimbly floated in the atmosphere.
I won't mind it at all if you didn't offer me a ride behind your flamboyant bike; zipped ahead like an untamed tornado without slackening your speed or respite,
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