She Was All About The Trucks and Sex

 I had a friend
 That every time she talked about her truck
 She talked about having sex

 She said
 That every time she pulled her truck over
 She had to have sex
 But every time she pulled in to the apartment complex
 She said she had to get another truck

 She was all about the trucks and sex

 The one that she said
 Was just a "fever blister"
 Asserted itself and spread
 From her face
 To her baby sister
 Without the legs
 Without the liver
 I threw a chair
 Through a window
 Even saw my own death
 In a truck wreck
 Off the river
 Of her

 That's why I
 Would not ever
 Go for a ride

 She was all about the trucks and sex