In the Car

She fed me strawberries
And freezer burned icecream
I said Goodbye, I guess
She lifted up her dress
And so I must confess
We made out one more time before I left for good
She thought I’d come back
But I wouldn’t want to seem like other guys
A book-and-record love
We sat and read our books
Between those longing looks
Compounded by our fear
My tongue inside her ear
My tongue inside her
In the basement
Of her mother’s house
Where we once
Taped the first three sides of Sandinista! for my car
We were looking for ourselves and found each other
In the car
It was rare than to do much more than
Simply mess around in the car
It was mostly mutual masturbation
Though we spoke, penetration I’d have to wait
For someone else to try it out
Once I had this dream
I slept with her mom
Unless I’ve got this wrong
A secret all along
Unless she hears this song
Unless she hears it On a tape inside her inside her car
With her new husband
And she turns to him and says I think that’s me In the car
We were looking for ourselves
But found each other
In the car
We grouped excuses
Not to be alone anymore
In the car
We were waiting for our lives
To start their endings
In the car
We were never making love
We were never making love
We were never making love
Just a note, Sandinista is the name of a three record
set released January 1981 by The Clash.