Rainy season comes and goes fast, bringing memories back from the past...
I saw her looking great like a senorita
Sitting at the corner I'm sipping Margarita
She's staring at the hot-looking barista
While he's brewing coffee from Malta
I'm trying to give you a wink
And you're giving me a blink
You make my heart sinks
But our hearts never link
Like a bee losing its hive
Some think that I don't have a life
Yea, you deserve a high five
Stabbing through my chest with knife
Standing under the October rain
I have missed the last and only train
Maybe you'll see me drunk beside the drain
Laughing insanely even though I'm in pain...
*Another ryhme for the rainy season of October*
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