itchin’ to ride
he tells me to pick out the perfect shade of green and
he will paint it for me
he tells me to pick out a pretty little basket for the front and
he will mount it for me
he tells me the seat looks too high for my short little legs so
he will lower it for me
he tells me the tire is too flat to ride on so
he will pump it for me
he tells me he wants a bicycle too so
he can ride beside me
