Or maybe it was Kansas That I stopped for gas And saw them walking One had a flannel wrapped Around her waist The other black Rockies My God, they were enough To make me stay These girls with Nothing better to do At 2 p.m. The attendant asked me Where I was from Still staring I told him Maybe here He smiled knowingly They had trapped him tooBirth sign: Aquarius
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