ten o' clock
it was over at twelve
nights like this were not for a girl like her
white chiffon and little flat slippers
a corsage of gardenias right on her wrist bone
his crew cut was perfect and he smiled like
a guy all cleaned up should
his chevy had all the cool stuff
the black and white dice
leathery seats to match
nothing about this would last
tomorrow would be back in the kitchen
caring for her sisters
trying to avoid the yelling
but tonight "a white sports coat and a pink carnation"
and the stuff of teenage dreams
