At the Drive- Thru

We met up at the drive-thru Me and my Betty Sue Ain't it true? That one and one is two? But that math only works in the front seat And Lord have mercy, she was ever so sweet I couldn't take that pleasurable heat Her tender lovin' soon had me beat We weren't stoppin' Now she's about to be poppin' And her Daddy is a-hoppin' ---Mad! He got out his gun and told me, "Son! I'm gonna shoot you dead, If'n tomorrow you and Betty Sue, ain't wed!" ----- Hopefully this is allowed. Bit of an experiment. Fun to write.