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She stands there on the cornerdecked out in raspberry jeanswaiting and watching, oh god here he comeshe pulls up beside her in his sporty machinerolls down the window and hands her a bag of plums
Plums? Eat them he tells herthey'll make ya feel great
She hops in the car he steps on the gas
She says can't you drive fasterit's getting latejust a wee bit fasteryou're not going to fastoh
Freeway riding down the freewaycruisin' now he's really cruisin'when the plums take affectyes the plums suddenly juice her mind (mi-i-ind)she is no longer a nervous wrecknow her nerves are blind; she feels fine (fi-i-ine)
Oh I feel great she saysbut he already knows itcause she's fingering his hairand biting his toesshe's really plumbed outand in her eyes she shows itshe says what's the hurry?let's drive more slow
Moisture drips from her edible lipsand as he looks into her eyeshe is quick to realizethat he'd better pull overbefore he gets to Dovercause if he really wants hernow the time is wise
Freeway riding down the freewaycruisin' now you're really cruisin'when the plums take affectyes the plums suddenly juice her mind (mi-i-ind)she is no longer a nervous wrecknow her nerves are blind; she feels fine (fi-i-ine)
She's plum dumbplum dumbplum it (x6)
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