Plum Dumb

She stands there on the corner decked out in raspberry jeans Waiting and watching and, oh God, here he comes Pulls up beside her in his sporty machine Rolls down the window and hands her a bag of plums, "Plums?" "Eat them," he tells her, "They'll make ya feel great" She hops in the car and he steps on the gas She says, "Can't you drive faster? It's getting late Just a wee bit faster, you're not going too fast," oh Freeway, riding down the freeway Cruisin', now she's really cruisin' When the plums take affect Yes, the plums suddenly juice her mind She is no longer a nervous wreck Now her nerves are blind, but she feels fine "Oh, I feel great," she says, but he already knows it 'Cause she's fingering his hair, and she's biting his toes She's really plummed out, and in her eyes, she shows it She says, "Hey, what's the hurry? Let's drive more slow" Moisture drips from her edible lips And as he looks into her eyes, he is quick to realize That he'd better pull over before he gets to Dover 'Cause if he really wants her, now, the time is wise Freeway, riding down the freeway Cruisin', now you're really cruisin' When the plums take affect Yes, the plums suddenly juice her mind She is no longer a nervous wreck Now her nerves are blind, but she looks fine She's plum dumb Plum dumb Plum it, plum it, plum it, plum it, plum it, plum it, yeah