Pumpin' for Jill

When I’m asleep, you touch my feet
You let me know that I am no creep
Because I love you, you are for real
I’m speaking right here, pumping for Jill
In the gas station where I work
Everyone treats me just like a jerk
Nobody offers me a tip
I’m going to stay here, pumping Jill’s hips
I met you out at the Mardi Gras
On a French Quarter sidewalk
When you kissed me, it was strong
I wonder if you’ll hear this song
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