God Gives You A Life And Says,

School's-out-for-summer!!

I'm Eighteen, And I Don't Know What I Want.

I Ain't Got A Job Cause I Ain't Got A Car, So I'm Looking For A Girl With A Job And A Car.

When You Touch Me There, Honey, Makes My Blood Perspire, You Got My Body Flaming Like A California Fire. Pulsing, Pounding, Pushing No Longer In Control, Heatwave In My Brain, Smolder In My Soul.

It's A Compliment To Me To Hear You Screaming.