Paradise by the Dashboard Light

It's not all about mojitos, fried zucchini sticks and a waiter who had really good hair or a bartender with a bad combover who served the easiest drink first getting short changed on the tip. It may be about sunglasses you don’t want to leave behind, church parking lot rendevous that if the doors to the Church were unlocked, I’m sure the party would have moved inside and not lingered up against a vehicle like you were being frisked by a man who was wearing something similar to a police uniform. Its about a starlit sky, blackened catfish, and the sweet kiss of goodnight.