Last night I dreamt of a high school girl, long legged and fine
And I took her from her daddy and she left her home behind

I was driving an old blue Belvedere
The seat was pushed way back
And she stared straight out the window
As the trees went rushing by

Last night I dreamt of her underwear
The way she smelt in bed
And the way she tossed and the way she squirmed
And the dreams she might have had
And I think its sad how her mom and dad don't ever understand
And I think its sad how her friends all talk
I think its sad how her friends all talk
I think its sad how her friends all talk
And the hateful things they say

Last night I dreamt of a high school girl
Her smile was so bright and wide
And I took her from her daddy
And she left her smile behind

I was driving an old blue Belvedere
The seat was pushed way back
She stared straight out the window
And she ain't coming back
She ain't coming back
She ain't coming back