i'd trade sexy
for jogging pants and a bleached hoodie
i'd trade all the sultry smiles
for the one that hijacks her face when she catches me staring
i'd trade hundred-dollar-plate dinners
for saturday morning beans on toast for two
i'd trade all-inclusive destination hotel rooms
for spooning ourselves to sleep
i'd trade all the members of a great mariachi band
for singing one silly camp song together
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