My neighbor lived in Arizona
Her name is Ally Jackson
I mowed her lawn yesterday
She was telling me stories
About her days in Arizona
One time, she was outside
In the burning hot desert
Don't even ask me bro
But I guess with friends
She was playing out there
No shoes on her feet
Ridiculous if you ask me
Running around careless and free
I wish that was me
But she stepped on something
Burning, bubbling, and sizzling pain
It was a scorpion sting
Ally was so distracted playing
She wasn't paying good attention
Could never be me though
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