I met you at JC Penney. I think your name tag said Meadow. I cold step to you with a fresh pack of gum. Somehow I knew you were lookin' for some. Like a fruit that's ripe for a pickin'. I wouldn't do you like that Zankou Chicken. Cause only you've got a thing that I just got to get with. I just got to get with you. And you know what we're gonna do Zishy! Thanks for the lyrical help, Beck. And especially thanks to Meadow Brink for searing some fantastic memories into my mind.