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.