Gord's Gold

She had that disposition
Sent all the boys a wishin'
As we trickled down the coast of Peggy's hide-a-way.

We loaded up the cube vans,
The days were steeped in Ray-Bans
That reflected love's embrace from which I shyed away.

And I wouldn't know her ass from a deep hole in the ground,
Lined with bushes and a fence that the neighbors placed around;
Make a child with me.