She stands there on the corner   decked out in raspberry jeans   waiting and watching and oh here he comes   he pulls up beside here in a sporty machine   rolls down his window   and hands her a bag of plums       Plums? Eat them he tells her   they make you feel great   So she hops in the car he steps on the gas   she swallows the plums   and says it's getting late   can't you drive faster   just a wee bit faster   you're not going to fast       Freeway riding down the freeway   cruisin' now we're really cruisin'   when the plums take affect   the plums suddenly juice her mind   she is no longer a nervous wreck   now her nerves are blind she feels fine       Oh I feel great she says   but he already knows it   cause she's fingering his hair   and biting his toe   she's really plumbed out   and in her eyes she shows it   she says what's the hurry? Drive more slow       Moisture drips from her edible lips   he looks into her eyes and he's   quick to relize   that he'd better pull over   before he gets to Dover   cause if he really wants her   now the time is wise       Freeway riding down the freeway   cruisin' they are really cruisin'   when the plums take affect   the plums suddenly juice her mind   she is no longer a nervous wreck   now her nerves are blind she feels fine