Dead Milkmen Follow

She stands there on the corner, got raspberry jeans
Waiting and watching, oh God, here he comes
He 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 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 to fast

Oh, freeway riding down the freeway
Cruisin' now he's really cruisin'
When the plums take affect
Yes the plums suddenly juice her mind
She is no longer a nervous wreck
Now her nerves are blind, she feels fine

Oh, I feel great she says but he already knows it
'Cause she's fingering his hair and biting his toes
She's really plumbed out and in her eyes she shows it
She says what's the hurry? Let's drive more slow

Moisture drips from her edible lips
And as he looks into her eyes he is quick to realize
That he'd better pull over before he gets to Dover
'Cause if he really wants her now the time is wise

Freeway riding down the freeway
Cruisin' now you're really cruisin'
When the plums take affect
Yes the plums suddenly juice her mind
She is no longer a nervous wreck
Now her nerves are blind, she feels fine

She's plum dumb
Plum dumb
Plum it, plum it, plum it
Plum it, plum it, plum it
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