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

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