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I was 32
She was 14
We met at the weekly
Cross burning
She was looking good to me
I felt her good grace
Federal law doesn't apply
And neither does my taste
I stepped into the moonlight
Said I wanna be your man
Swung my fist into her nose
With my Pabst Blue Ribbon can
We made love in my pickup truck
We made love in my pickup truck
Attach a fishing lure
Twist and twist and tie it off
Don't catch shit
Time to make beef stroganoff
I cast off again
I catch some small fishes
Not quite over the required size
Of six inches
Pretend it's bigger
With a camera trick
Just like the selfie
I took of my dick
We made love in my pickup truck
We made love in my pickup truck
We honeymooned at the old waffle house
She sat in her booster, and I helped with her blouse
She was too young to pierce her ear lobes
But old enough to needle our klan's new robes
The community agreed
I'm the best husband she's had
Since the one that got lost in the corn maze
He was pretty bad
It's so nice being back home
Can stop the pretentious fakes
No more plausible deniability
Just straight up openly racist takes
Mowing my lawn with a string
As the dog sucks my dick
Oh wait wrong song
In this one I'm just a hick
We made love in my pickup truck
We made love in my pickup truck
She was cheating on me
With my brother Dubris
Miranda, how could you
Do this to me
Well she ended her fling
Without repercussions
She said to Dubris
Let's just be platonic cousins
I was the simple man
Had a blue pickup truck
An underage gal
That I'd regularly
Take to the rally
Down at the church
Load up Qanon
Do my own research
Batman, Batman
Oh come back oh hell
Well I think he left church early
Christian Bale
We made love in my pickup truck
We made love in my pickup truck
I made love in my pickup truck
I made love in my pickup truck
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