We both know that this gaggle of bozos, these guys in their
Backward baseball caps, with their 44 magnums and jacked-up
Trucks, haven't a thing to offer you, and, though it would seem
You're content to run with them, batting your lashes and biting
Your lip, being a bimbo isn't your style.  Sooner or later, you'll
Ache to converse in a way that these knuckleheads can't
Understand.  They'll stare, or they'll laugh.  They'll call you
A nerd, and drift off to make time with truly dull babes.  You'll
Realize you're no longer suited to living in this hole, which you
Once had called your home town.  You'll be faced with a choice.  
Do you leave for the city, or create a refuge with me?