Hangover

Rat a tat tat tat What do ya think about that Brushing the cobwebs outta my memory Woke up and I was all alone, except for you Pieces of my brain all over the place Naked with a new tattoo and an aching head Grabbed my gear while spitting blood in the sink My eyes not focused on your forgettable face Taking a peek out of the curtain of your double wide trailer While I slide in one leg and hop into my greasy jeans My bike is sitting under a big ole maple tree Your panties, I find in my leather jacket pocket Watching the breath move in and out your breasts As I slide on my leather motorcycle boots Stopping to pat your naked tail on the bed I run my hand through your long sweat filled hair I drop a twenty on your dirty kitchen table I reach in the fridge and grab the last cold beer Pulling on my jacket and checking my watch, I stop for a smoke Blowing smoke rings while I look at the dirt on the bottom of your feet Stepping outside, the screen door slams I hear you cough and shift in the bed Stepping on the butt and straddling my bike I look back at your window and smile I fire up and kick her in gear Later babe, it was fun and real Hitting the road with the wind in my face Shaking my head and thinking, but not real fun