Purple Hair

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She has purple hair

He has dirty nails

He smells like diesel fuel

She comes from money

Their love's a mystery

To friends and family

But he doesn't really care

And she thinks it's funny

She went to MIT

He works offshore

They own a house

Outside of Corpus

They don't have kids

Don't go to church

They sleep in late

On Sunday morning


Entwined in their own world

Like braided hair

Wrapped in a lover's bed

Where nothing matters

She loves him

And he loves her

They whisper to themselves

Between the kisses

She sips a glass of wine

He drinks Corona

She sits behind the wheel

Of his old white van

He's resting in the back

They'll be home by sunrise

He strapped the Norton down

And went to sleep

His trophy's on the dash

Another week behind them

He loves to ride that bike

In the Texas wind

They'll be back to work

Come Monday morning

She turns the music up

And smiles

And drives her lover home

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