It's was late afternoon on a Friday
Probably getting towards six o'clock
And I was flying down a country highway
Listening to some Southern Rock
Rockin' and rollin' in my Gran Torino
Life was good and I felt great
I fancied myself a real Valentino
And I was on the way to pick up my date
I often call her my little Dixie Cup
Then I heard Ronnie begin to sing
So I took his advice and turned it up
My good mood took on a defined upswing
She, however, had rather hear soft rock or folk
We'll often listen to her music under a shade tree
And sip on some spiced rum and Coke
Maybe eat some summer sausage, crackers, and brie
She loves a calm evening when we go out
But occasionally her wild side will show
So, I can say this without any doubt
She'll forever be my sweet thang and I, her beau
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