Smell of Gasoline

Betty was a girl
I knew back in school
A really funny person
She was pretty cool
She said that pistons pumping
Really turned her on
But the next thing she said
Was way long gone
She liked the smell of gasoline
Liked the smell of gasoline
We were only seventeen
She liked the smell of gasoline
Brother’s Chevy Nova
Parked in the front yard
All the neighbor boys
Were trying really hard
To hang around with Betty
Underneath the shade tree
But Betty only wanted
To hang around with me
So young and dumb
So dumb was I
Dumb not to hear what she implied
If I’d known then
What I know now
I’d been all over that
All over that and how