A million mile of running and I hit the wall, I bounce right back and I run some more. But this is it, I’m giving up, I’m calling it quits. So get down and meet on the floor. Way to go, way to flip off everyone. I steal your thunder then I try to bolt. But I could stand a little pity now and then. Nineties women were hotter. Women today dress in their gym and yoga pants, but you’re not fooling anyone. Today, I saw a girl. No more than fifteen. Wearing something too long for a shirt, but too short for a dress. A cross between with stockings. She kept tugging the damn thing to cover her crotch. Never been one to…