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her daddy says
he ain’t no good
for his daughter
but I seen them together
they float on each other
all nuzzling and kissin’

his daddy been hitchin’
out in Arkansas
so what’s there to say

they got a trailer
and that boy
plays guitar all night
and she listens
hides away from the sun

the birds at church
say
they are a pair and a half
ain’t they so cute

young love
with marks on their
necks and cheeks

young love
roaring all night
living on each other’s
bodies like joyriders
on an endless highway

their mommas worry
the pain is gonna come
so they don’t call ‘em
to hear the gospel

they made up their
own holy book
full of incense and sweat

there ain’t no
rhyme
or
reason