She stands there on the corner
Decked out in raspberry jeans
Waiting and watching and oh here he comes
He pulls up beside here in a sporty machine
Rolls down his window
And hands here a bag of plums
Plums? Eat them he tells here
They make you feel great
So she hops in the car he steps on the gas
She swallows the plums
And says it’s getting late
Can’t you drive faster
Just a wee bit faster
You’re not going to fast
Freeway riding down the freeway
Cruisin’ they are really cruisin’
When the plums take affect
The plums suddenly juice her mind
She is no longer a nervous wreck
Now her nerves are blind she feels fine
Oh I feel great she says
But he already knows it
Cause she’s fingering his hair
And biting his toe
She’s really plumbed out
And in her eyes she shows it
She says what’s the hurry? Drive more slow
Moisture drips from her edible lips
He looks into her eyes and he’s
Quick to relize
That he’d better pull over
Before he gets to Dover
Cause if he really wants her
Now the time is wise
Freeway riding down the freeway
Cruisin’ they are really cruisin’
When the plums take affect
The plums suddenly juice her mind
She is no longer a nervous wreck
Now her nerves are blind she feels fine
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«Hush little baby don’t say a word : «I woke up, can’t wait to eat
And never mind that noise you heard : Got my cereal, boy I was beat
It just the beasts under your bed : Opened the fridge and to my dismay
In your closet in your head!!!» : There was no milk my mother will pay»