Dream Date

When I came to pick you up You were a beauty to behold I walked you out to my Pinto And even opened up the door I know your thinking what a gentleman But alas your thoughts they do escape me With the creak of my door hinge so loud I knew I should have WD-40'd So you wouldn't tear your dress on the seat spring I covered it with my Mothers favorite towel I can see by the look that's in your eyes I've really won you over now I'm sorry the AC is out As I spritz cool water in my dash fan Is that you blinking in Morse code You da man! You da man! You da man! I only dine at the finest cuisine Can't wait till you see what I did Reservations at Red Lobster babe I'll even help you put on your lobster bib I strike up a conversation Tell you all about my life, my dreams, my job I continue talking, never mind the food in my mouth At this point all you here is blah,blah,blah,blah,blah