One balmy summer night my girl and I went out to park.
The weather was just perfect and the moonless night was dark.
The hugging and the kissing were so good they promised lots.
And when the petting started, I could tell she had the hots.
The back seat of my auto seemed to me to be okay
For making love or fucking or whatever you might say.
I whispered to her telling her the back seat was divine.
She shook her blonde head, telling me, “Oh, no, up here is fine.”
Our making out continued and I took off her brassiere
And once again she told me what I didn’t want to hear.
When I suggested that the back seat was the place to go
You guessed it; she responded with a most emphatic no.
Her dress was all unbuttoned and her nips were like a rock.
Her panty crotch was soaking; she was playing with my cock.
And once again I mentioned that the back seat would be good.
And once again she told me that she didn’t think she would.
I told her that the back seat was a better place to be.
I told her how the steering wheel was bumping into me.
“Why don’t you want to get into the back, my Cutie-sweets?
“Because,” she said, “How can we fuck if we’re in different seats?”