I was working at a gas station and a fancy car pulled in
Fill me up an attractive woman said with a smile
As she stepped outside the car and I realized the smug grin
Wafting your hand across the shape of the expensive car
While I fueled it up as if to say
I am wealthy and you must refuel my car and get dirty all day
It was a strange, perverted dream and sad in a way
Until I awoke and reconsidered what I imagined in my reverie
Was not that bad at all
I was pumping you
All night long
And you never said
Stop.
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