The scent of wet asphalt Graze my nose The winds are blowing That girl's skirt shakes and small drop bounces. The moonlight and drops of rain illuminates her. What a beautiful The scent of wet the past Graze my nose The winds are blowing From that girl's swaying hair and a small drop bounces. The moonlight and drops of rain illuminates her. What a beautiful Scented from asphalt Even now that it's dry