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!"
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Hopefully this is allowed. Bit of an experiment. Fun to write.
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