the wind has no direction,
She flips back to shut ters,
her calico flutters in the breeze
A stranger kicked her door in
He raped her from midnight
till he saw the splittered sun
And the day hit 99 degrees
Her spirit bruised and broken,
her heart full of unspoken memories
So the church bell chimes
For all the ragged sisters
The temperature's so vicious
And wishes it would freeze
But it's almost 99 degrees
She's too dug in to leave,
And too young to un derstand
or ask the weatherman for guarantees
She keeps her nightly vigil
And wind up in frustration
She gets her reputation as a tease
But her blood runs 99 degrees
he sits there and eyes her
and waits for him outside
And she offers him a ride
Now her high beams shine,
high along the ridge above the timber line
As they cross the one lane bridge
he hears the engine whine
His fin gers clutch the vinyl,
her smile is the fi nal thing he sees
As she turns the wheel 99 degrees
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