On Every Street

I was a 30something living in Dallas when this song first came on. I think learning to fly was on this lp. One hot summer day on my way home I stopped to give a lift to a fine looking young lady in jeans and a hard hat. She was walking along the frontage road. I pulled over, lowered the passenger side window and asked her if she needed a ride. The cold a/c spilling out of the window must have been too much to resist on a Dallas summer afternoon. Much to my surprise she hopped in. Her blonde hair held a certain musk that triggered all my senses to high alert. She was young, maybe mid 20s, taught and tan from construction work. I offered to stop for cold drinks at the liquor store. She accepted! The ready mixed margaritas hit the spot. I dropped her off at a modest frame house off the main highway. I got a great, hot kiss and my hands found that round ass. I asked for a number and she brushed it off. I looked for her all summer at the site she said she was working at. I went to the modest house but got no answer. This song reminds me of that time and that woman. I looked on "every street" but never found her again. lucky for me I think. she would have owned me