She was not a looker.
Quite ugly actually.
She was prob’ly a doll in her day but not this night with me.
She was on th’ run as she prob’ly has been most of her life.
I was there for some other drunk, how else do they get home?
“Go Go Go!” she says.
I am not one to argue a fair.
Perhaps it doesn’t sink in when you only drive a Bristol block and a ½!
Hats & Bats, she says she’s not a cop, which I new since that was who she was runnin’ from.
Her dress slides in this rented out ride but I still gotta get my pay…
I got log sheets to fill out ya know,
My time is accounted for…
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