Call it a taste of freedom
As we make it over the crosswalk
Head up the ramp
Laughing, grinning
Exclaiming over the cute things we find
Despairing over the closing shop
Dressed for success with our
Hairpins and layers
Catching bobbas in our mouths
So that they burst fourth with their flavors
Road trip scheming
Teenage dreaming
With direction
In the forefronts
Of our minds
We're friends
It's a wonderful feeling to get to the point
Where we can sit at a table
Exchanging telling glances over the
Lady sitting behind
Sharing bits of chocolate
At a high point in our lives
And we're planners; all of us
We see what and then we do
Traversing through the downtown
We girls
Feeling so renewed