Beat it baby, skippin rocks down the street, shuffling your shoes on the ones and the twos, clicking my tongue to the beat, wishing I could always be around a boy like you.  Dancing in circles, spinning on high tops, daisy chains wrapped around my legs, twisting and turning and falling back into you.  Keeping beat with my feet, practicing kisses on these city streets, running your hands along the cool concrete, I could stay here forever with a boy like you.  Fingertips running up my spine, wishing I wouldn't approve a 'one last time,' in rhythm and sync ventricles pumping to a similar beat.  State lines blur in our summer of tours, traveling wherever these tires will take us, suns setting and rising again, monotonous joy in this catacomb made for two.  Birds outside warn it's far past bedtime, sun streams through the roof of this makeshift house and illuminates your cheekbones, your eyelashes, the slight turn in the corner of your lips.  I've been looking for a boy just like you.