On the street
Just wanted somewhere to sleep
Needed to be discreet
It was a bit cold in the sleet
Couldn't even find a seat
The next day was a repeat
But never knew who you might meet
Didn't want anything cheap
Nor anyone who was going to cheat
If I kept going I knew I would reap
Just hoping I wouldn't get cold feet
Just had to take a leap
Finally met her and she made me complete
I was no longer on the street
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