She waits under the overpass
Pigtails
And eyes of glass

Shine like a dog star
Flash
Some leg for a passing car

Hop in for the big ride
Always
On the passenger side

Buckle up for trip
Soon
Circumstances will flip

A gleam of stainless steel
Shakes
Blue shirt man behind the wheel

The drive comes to a halt
She
Tells him it’s not his fault

Not going be a girlfriend
Take
What’s hers in the end

Jumps out into the bush
Time
To score a push

Needle is brought out
Veins
And lips pout

So good to spin
Euphoria
Under her skin

Got what she needed
In
A life all too heated

(C) Copyright 2006, Marty Finestone