Let's just **** it out in the end
But let's be real you're just a friend
Over the end of a pickup truck
So I sit here and write to pickup luck
With hair like that it was a match I struck
Get down to luck and a quick ****
We'll find that reason soon
That stole my moon
So I'll sit here and attempt move along
Or ponder the next color of your thong
But we'll skip the details like we did before
Hence why the **** I wanted to close the door