18 On The Door

Writing my bike down the dark street
A girl pops out with a short black dress, black bag, black shoes,
long blonde hair holding the door with a super smile almost from ear to ear

The man's not far behind in a shirt and tie,
carrying a bag by his side His smile is wide and real
as the girl takes her hand in his they stroll around the corner

My bike relenting, my eyes describing
the door slowly closes with a red triangle and the number 18
for those who are younger may not partake in the verbs that girls provide inside