Walking around, no car, just a few bottles/
The air's crisp as her heart/
We take a seat by the school and the blue and red lights startle/
We pack it in and hoof it, my favorite part/
Though, is when she takes my hand/
My clammy palms pressed against her smooth ones/
My fantasies fulfilled, spilling through my brain like sand/
The cops can do what they will but they will never bring down my fun/
Tonight/