...

to my red scooter...
its been some time tht u have gone!

how do i tell u that i miss you,
how do i tell u tht i long!

i miss tht freedom of being myself
of talking to u from wake to dawn...

i miss the sacred moments...
just wishes come and yawn!

maybe the pages i gave u,
maybe they hold no good, they have torn

but, i loved u dear scooter...
loved u all that long!

and now that u r gone,
and happiness is she...

maybe u never belonged to
me