BART
You think I do not notice
but I can see you stare
and I have seen you glare
since I boarded at Berkeley
or even when I paid my fare
I can see you ponder
you'd like to talk to me
and ask me for my name,
to propose a naughty game
Is it the way I look, the way I dress?
Do you think that I'd say yes?
Are you in need of a kiss,
a passionate one night bliss?
Well..
I guess we'll never know
I'm leaving, here's my stop
and I guess you'll never know
the joys of my penis
or that my name is Rob
Written on August 7 2002.