Elisa Leigh, Beauty Queen
Out and about here ain’t no place to meet the love of your life,
But the streets are as good a place as any to leer at a lady that looks like her:
Elisa Leigh Beauty Queen,
Barely pushing eighteen with the same reckless determination that
Sisphylus hauled ass up that hill.
Ol’ man sees her in the dairy aisle and thinks to himself,
‘Girl that pretty has no right to be in a place as beat down as this.’
Blowing smoke out the window of his beat down Toyota,
Leaning her head against the rattling plastic of the door as the engine
Kicks into the next gear.
Each inhale has her chest expanding in the confines
Of her see-through white tank top,
Making it real hard for him to keep his eyes on the road
Even when she ain’t doing a damn thing but breathing.
She must’ve made him feel like a real man,
Batting her long eyelashes at every new experience he introduced her to –
And every single one of them was, mind,
Cause she herself is so damn new.
The whole town’ll talk about them being seen together,
Churning up the rumor mill over the way she holds his hand in public,
Aiming eaving ears to every hushed whisper they speak.
Ain’t it just like a girl like that to go and seduce a man old enough to be her daddy?
When she grows old enough to know to want better than him, he’ll drown
Himself in the bottle,
And the men in town’ll say,
‘Poor man, I’d be grieving too if I lost out on one that fine and fit,’
While their wives’ll shake their heads and say,
‘Damn fool, should’ve known better than to rob that golden cradle.’
