When Larry left Lucy, she was heartbroke
She cried and cried and cried for two or three days
When she finally set foot outside that trailer
Said, good riddance to the bum, it’s time to play

So slice the lime, pour the Cuervo
Turn on those pepper lights
She’s getting out that blue-jean skirt
Because she knows it fits too tight
A woman knows there’s only so much bees-to-honey time
So tonight’s gonna be, your trailer or mine?

When Francine left me, boy, I was frantic
I cussed and hollered and stomped around for two or three days
When I finally kicked the door open of that trailer
Said, I’m glad she’s gone, now it’s time to play

So slice the lime, pour the Cuervo
Turn on those pepper lights
I’m getting out my loose-fit jeans so I can breathe tonight
A fellow knows there’s only so much bird-dogging time
So tonight’s gonna be, your trailer or mine?

When Lucy and I locked eyes in the mirror
That was hanging behind the Pier View Bar
Time stood still for just a second
Then it picked up speed and it carried us to my car

And we sliced the lime, shot tequila
Turned off those pepper lights
Rolled around like a couple of kids all through the night
Folks like us shouldn’t bother wasting each other’s time
So tonight’s gonna be, your trailer or mine?

Very next morning, heard a knock on the door
It was Francine come to pick up her clock radio
On the way to the bedroom, she said she’d met a fellow named Larry
Lucy popped up and said keep him, maybe y’all should even get married

So we sliced the lime, shot Cuervo
Toasted Larry and Fran
Lucy and me in our birthday suits like it was one big master plan
Folks like us shouldn’t dwell on heartbreak for a very long time
So tonight’s gonna be, your trailer or mine?

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