I'd pull up in an old white Chevrolet,
promptly placed in park.
Stepping out to see your brilliance,
your face as pure as your heart.

I'd rush around the car,
run to sweet embrace.
Eye locked with eye,
putting lovers in their place.

I'd stumble for the handle,
to open up your door,
Peering through the window,
The keys are on the floor!

I'd turn around to tell you,
to see your smirking snare.
I'd ask you what's so funny?
You'd say, "I have a spare!"

In my mind I paint a picture,
there is no Chevrolet.
but as for that fair beauty,
perhaps I'll find her today.