At first, it was lies to tell girls
Friday night at the pub
I have this Trust my rich parent's left me, just a million
a year, **** them,
or I just passed the bar, gonna be a lawyer, hey hey , let me buy you a drink.
That is how I studied
storytelling.
I was bested many a times.
This cutie pie stayed wide eyed
near and laughed too loud at all
my jokes and acted helpless
with a cue in her hand, one fateful night.
I should have realized her game was better,
when she jumped the two ball and sunk
the eight, like it was an accident.
It was getting later and the crowd was thinning out
and we played Pac-Man together.
She had this gleam in her eye.
She asked did I want a ride in her 'vette.
My eyes lit up .
Hell's Yes I said, emphatically!
I paid the tab and followed her out to
the barely lit
parking lot, all
the time looking left and right,
wanting to see a Corvette and hoping it was red.
She took my hand led me to this little white Chevette!
I fell instantly
in love.