She stands there on the corner, got raspberry jeans Waiting and watching, oh God, here he comes He pulls up beside her in his sporty machine Rolls down the window and hands her a bag of plums Plums? Eat them he tells her they'll make ya feel great She hops in the car he steps on the gas She says can't you drive faster, it's getting late Just a wee bit faster you're not going to fast Oh, freeway riding down the freeway Cruisin' now he's really cruisin' When the plums take affect Yes the plums suddenly juice her mind She is no longer a nervous wreck Now her nerves are blind, she feels fine Oh, I feel great she says but he already knows it 'Cause she's fingering his hair and biting his toes She's really plumbed out and in her eyes she shows it She says what's the hurry? Let's drive more slow Moisture drips from her edible lips And as he looks into her eyes he is quick to realize That he'd better pull over before he gets to Dover 'Cause if he really wants her now the time is wise Freeway riding down the freeway Cruisin' now you're really cruisin' When the plums take affect Yes the plums suddenly juice her mind She is no longer a nervous wreck Now her nerves are blind, she feels fine She's plum dumb Plum dumb Plum it, plum it, plum it Plum it, plum it, plum it Ya © GOLF PRO MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com