Hard Corvette

When we kissed, it was cinematic;

You were Warren and I was like Faye—

We were just two poor kids gone astray;

Sparks flew and on the line was static.

Then, the director said “get undressed”;

That was the night we became big stars

Down in the Valley, the night was ours—

And, the next morning, I felt so blessed.

Who knew we would amount to so much?

I like you when you depend on me

And when you propose and bend your knee

Because each night is soft to the touch.

And, when you passed me a cigarette,

My heart went weak, ’cause you were so sweet

When you loved and laughed in the backseat

Of your dirty, little Hard Corvette.