I left my house at a quarter to fournSaw my boy Sean at the record storenI said Damn man,it's been way too longnnHe said, Hey brother, how it's nice to see ya,nHows your girl, Anna Lucia?nFour years with one chick's way too longnnI know this blonde her name's ChristinanShe's just your type I'm sure she'd love to meet yannHahannDamn, I couldn't believe itnI ran my mouth dry and I tried to feed itnThe thought could give me an ulcernBut the truth of the matter is I'd love to meet hernnFuck, I mean I love Anna LucianBut the touch of another just seems so whoa whoanMaybe I'm better without hernWhat's the use of a name, without a number?nnYeahnnSean laughed and said good lucknThen he jumped into his trucknHe yelled, Your secrets safe man, I don't give a fucknnOkay, gimme her numbernThought about it, Yeah I'd love to meet hernI've got the place if she's got the timennI knew Anna's going out on SundaynStaying with her mom till late on MondaynI know she won't expect a thingnnI met Christina at her work about itnWe hit it off and we were both excitednI invited her on Sunday for a drinknnSunday came quick and so did ChristinanShe shook me harder than Anna LucianShe yelled, and screamed my namennI couldn't believe, the sin was concieved, the culprit was menChristina was sweet, but trite and naive, she wasn't for menNo doctors agree, no clean history, no small crooked teethnMy precious baby Anna, if I could only tell ya, tell ya, it was never worth itnAfter the sex, I cleaned up my mess, then we got dressednChristina said please, don't write or call me, I grinned and agreednAnna arrived on Monday night, with tears in her eyes, she said I ain't your fucking baby, tell me I am crazy I know what just happened, I hope you're fucking happynnGet your hands off of my hands, lovernI can smell the blood of anothernGet your hands off of my handsnLovernnI didn't need to hear this or thatnI got a woman's intuition as a matter of factnI can still smell the salt and the sex in your breathnBetter hit the road Jack before I cut you up deadnnSo help me god if I catch you alivenYou burned me so bad that I can't even crynPack up everything that you plan to keepnCause I'm headed for the bar and I'm having some drinknnGet your hands off of my hands, lover