This frat boy was leaning, trapping this girl he was with
against her car, pleading with her
not to drive home but she pleads back,
she's straight, dude.
She's straight.
Dude, she's straight.
He says he wants to keep her safe
but I know the real reason:
He's seasoned her Pabst with liberal roofies, and
just before she turns onto Trenton she's going to take a nose-dive into the steering wheel and
her car
and the curb
are going to make the sound shopping carts make.
And when he hears the ambulance on Wilma Rudolph he'll think to himself,
Damn. I could've gotten laid tonight.
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