In a sleazy truck stop
on the outskirts of Atlanta
I met a wild child
took her over to the nearest bar
played a few tunes with the local band
told her a fake name
for she was only a one night stand.
Before I get to far into this
I should explain
getting lucky is an art
first you dispose of the heart
after that it’s no big deal
except for feeling like a heel
come daylight.
Anyhoots, back to meeting a wild child
going to a dump bar
as she whispered about having a car
being a waitress and alone
and I hung on every word
not to mention her waist.
In a sleazy run down motel
we started a fire
because in our wild actions
a candle fell on the floor
and so
not any more..
one flame 