I'm the lyrics being bellowed by a sloshed Kim as Dar begs her to stop singing and pull over before she gets her license permanently revoked:
You say you haven't been rocked in a long, long time
Oh, a good hard rockin' is so hard to find, baby
Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you shout
Oh, your homemade lovin' done knocks me out, baby
Oh, now I've looked long and hard for you
And you seem to know what I'm fixin' to do, baby
Oh, you want a little love, that's all right
Oh, your fruit ain't rotten, it's oh so ripe
Oh, now your momma sure done raised you right
When it comes to home cooking you eat every bite
Take your sweet time, got all night
I'm gonna show you how to rock me right
Come on now, rock me right
Rock me right
Rock me right
I'm gonna show you how to rock me right
Rock me right, now
Oh Lord
Years ago, when Dar still had a little twinkle left in her eye, she made eye contact with Susan Tedeschi, her dream wombyn, on the patio of the Snug Harbor Fish Company and Dar [italic]knows[/italic] that Susan winked at her. She just knows.
For a split second she wondered how much her life would change with all of that convenience-store money to fall back on. Not in a greedy way....she just saw herself being able to buy new books on release day without a second thought rather than spending months on the library's waiting list before checking them out with goddess-knows-what stuck between the pages.
But then Kim stumbled back from the Subaru with their entire collection of Susan Tedeschi CDs, dropped the pile on her table knocking over the drawn butter and said, "hey, you got a pen?" as a loud smelly burp slipped out.
Dar plays them over and over as an act of self-flagellation and has even has Kim believing that Rock Me Right is "our song."