She is driving this small plane
So obviously she is a pilot
Given the time I will win her heart
Don't tell me about how our races are totally different
I do not care about that
I would run her crazy like the way she runs that plane
I say this to myself as im seating in this Nissan box
Looking at her as she gets fuel for her plane
She didn't even see me
But I won't let that be my deterrent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem