Plum Dumb

She stands there on the corner decked out in raspberry jeans

Waiting and watching and, oh God, here he comes

Pulls up beside her in his sporty machine

Rolls down the window and hands her a bag of plums, "Plums?"

"Eat them," he tells her, "They'll make ya feel great"

She hops in the car and he steps on the gas

She says, "Can't you drive faster? It's getting late

Just a wee bit faster, you're not going too fast," oh

Freeway, riding down the freeway

Cruisin', now she's really cruisin'

When the plums take affect