Plum Dumb

She stands there on the corner decked out in raspberry jeans
Waiting and watching and, oh God, here he comes
Pulls up beside her in his sporty machine
Rolls down the window and hands her a bag of plums, "Plums?"
"Eat them," he tells her, "They'll make ya feel great"
She hops in the car and he steps on the gas
She says, "Can't you drive faster? It's getting late
Just a wee bit faster, you're not going too fast," oh

Freeway, riding down the freeway
Cruisin', now she's really cruisin'
When the plums take affect
Yes, the plums suddenly juice her mind
She is no longer a nervous wreck
Now her nerves are blind, but she feels fine

"Oh, I feel great," she says, but he already knows it
'Cause she's fingering his hair, and she's biting his toes
She's really plummed out, and in her eyes, she shows it
She says, "Hey, what's the hurry? Let's drive more slow"
Moisture drips from her edible lips
And as he looks into her eyes, he is quick to realize
That he'd better pull over before he gets to Dover
'Cause if he really wants her, now, the time is wise

Freeway, riding down the freeway
Cruisin', now you're really cruisin'
When the plums take affect
Yes, the plums suddenly juice her mind
She is no longer a nervous wreck
Now her nerves are blind, but she looks fine

She's plum dumb
Plum dumb
Plum it, plum it, plum it, plum it, plum it, plum it, yeah