Guess I hould have known
By the way you popped your collar sideways
That it wouldn't last
You the kinda person
Who believes in makin' out once,
Love 'em and leave 'em fast
But I guess I must be dumb,
She had a pocket full of horses,
Trojans, some of them used
But it was Saturday night,
I guess that makes it alright
And I say "what have I got to lose"?
Honey, I say, Little Red Corvette!