You've got your hair permed. You've got your red dress on, Screamin' that second gear was such a turn on. And the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning here, And you'll be gone before too long. Who taught you those new tricks?Damn I shouldn't start that talk, but life is one big question when your starin at the clock. And the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom, so I'll take that walk.