you can stab me with knives, you can beat me with clubs, you can make me open my eyes when we're having sex but there's no way on earth you can make me get a second job
That 8 track is to today's stereos what a girlfriend is to a wife. An earlier better version
You go home and tell your daddy you have the mail-man's eyes
Oh My God, she's a hundred and she's still kicking high