WOOOO...
It's a good thing he don't know! My daddy woulda strung me up. That night Billy Dalton and I .. well painted the town red and my daddy's Chevy RED HOT was a blast.
Daddy said he'd be out for the night. He took the new truck and left ol Betsy in the yard. That Billy Dalton didn't waste no time. No time at all haulin' it over to my house! I told him Daddy wouldn't be back for hours on account of him always boozin' down on 67th and Crack St. Crack St. us kids always laughed about that... who'd name a street Crack Street?
Anyway, Billy Dalton, fine Billy Dalton sauntered up the front steps. He had on this cowboy hat, tight jeans with his bow legged self, and a tight plaid shirt half unbuttoned. Woo he was hot. My blood boiled just watching him strut up them steps. Well, Billy didn't waste no time yanking my front screen door openand pulling me up off my feet. He twirled me 'round and planted a wet warm one right on my lips. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. But heaven couldn't a been as hot as that kiss from Billy Dalton!
Well, by the time Billy Dalton and I got back joy riding in ole Betsy, I thought I'd near die if I didn't have me one of them kisses again. So when Billy pulled my daddy's beat up old Chevy back into the barn, I laid one on him. Earlier I was worried 'bout geting back in time to let the engine cool off (Daddy was sick about not drivin his "beauty"), Shoot! I shoulda been worrying about making sure th back seat was cooled down!
Yes, Lord! Fine Billy Dalton in the back of my daddy's Chevy. If that ain't a nice night to remember!
JL