you drive a hard bargain

i'm all right
alone, i think
i am.

i was, anyway

until you rolled up in that gold
oldsmobile:
'you'll look good in this, babe.
wanta take a ride?'

i said, 'sure.
sure, i do.
i'd like a ride.'

we drove north
and then back home.

you took me back home,

in your gold oldsmobile.