I'm just writting a poem of somthing cuz I'm high as f**k and bored.
I met her on the bus down in downtown,
where you sit down and drink some classic cola C-O-L-A COLA
I sat right next too her and ask her name and she
said her name was "Ola", O-O-L-A, OLA, O O L A, OLA
Well I'm not the smoothest talking dude but I managed to get an akward smile off of Ola
I looked at her and she didn't at me.
And I'm not the most intellengent guy but I looked into her eyes
and I could almost tell she wasn't OLA
O-O-O L-A OLA.
She walked off the bus so well who could she be?
And I almost came for Ola.
Thats the way this mystory goes.