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
Then
The one that she said
Was just a "fever blister"
Asserted itself and spread
From her face
To her baby sister
Memphis
Without the legs
Muskogee
Without the liver
I threw a chair
Through a window
Even saw my own death
In a truck wreck
Reflection
Off the river
Of her
Sex
That's why I
Would not ever
Go for a ride
She was all about the trucks and sex
