Poem Ending with the Last Line of The 1975’s Sex
You’re in a Starbucks with a beautiful girl,
who wishes you were a boy.
Sipping her Iced Frappucino,
laced with two pumps of caramel syrup.
She mentions how sweet and accommodating
you are, how lucky she is that you’re in her
life. It goes on, how she wants that
in the boy who picks her up and
drives her off.
You all got boyfriends anyway