 I met a girl in a small town bar. She had a smile that could light up the dark. She leaned in close, whispered in my ear, boy, you ain't seen nothing. Let me make this clear. She had a fire in her eyes, a wild kind of grace. I couldn't help but be drawn to that fearless face. She said, hold on tight. I'll show you what I mean. In that moment, she became my midnight dream. She said, ha, flew up and spit on that thing.