Robert Stratford
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The Bogan and the Brethren Girl
Come out of your house
And preach to us.
Come out of your house
And cruise with us.
Don’t tell your father.
Don’t tell your pastor.
You always smiled at me
When we were kids . . .
. . . now we can rescue each other
On the black leather seats
Of my red Nissan
Skyline.
