A pack of blacks,
and she's in the front seat.
A pack of blacks,
and she slips off your spring-time dress.

Impressed him with her lazy gaze.
Impressed him with the pull to the backseat.
Lowly he sits with a restless mind,
Slowly she moved him with escaping time.

That dark night of smokey dreams,
Seemed to him they were free from forever.
Bound to her, he didn't care to fear,
In that still moment made, she drew near.

A pack of blacks,
And a conversation with her.
A pack of blacks,
and he was hers for sure.