Well I was 20 and she was 18
we were just about as wild as we were green
in the ways of the world
She picked me up in that red Ragtop
We were free of the folks and hiding from the cops
on a summer night
running all the red lights
We parked way out in a clearing in a grove
and the night was as hot as a coal burning stove
we were cooking with gas
Ooh it had
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