She came from Austin, Texas, she liked his custom van And his pit bull Francis Even when he took a chunk out of her hand The liked to dance in the desert and screw in the sand He said they'd always be together But when her belly got big she never saw him again
One and one ends up to be three Don't need to have love don't need to be sweet But when the air gets heavy and it's hard to breathe The women get stuck, the men just leave
They were high school sweethearts from Portland, Maine He was a writers block poet And though she'd never read a line she still had faith They ended up in La Jolia, she sold Mary Kay He dreamed about getting published And when her belly got big he ran away
I've seen that one and one ends up to be three Don't need to have love don't need to be sweet But when the air gets heavy and it's hard to breathe The women get stuck, the men just leave
There's a place in the desert where the men all meet They park their vans in the shade Talk about Kerouac and the works of the Beats Let their dogs play together, drink beer and they sing They've all got a secret treasure The wellet pictures in their pocket Of the kids they never see
Compositor: Glen Richard Phillips (Glen Phillips) ECAD: Obra #4604427