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Knee deep in the creek with ArleneShe had been making eyes ever since the 4th of JulyWhen she sold me cigarettes even though I wasn't old enough yetCouldn't wait to get that change just so I could touch her handArlene and her husband were rarely seen togetherHe was a traveling salesman who seldom wrote a letterShe took a job in the drugstore and moved in with her motherAnd hardly ever wore her wedding band, save for Sunday morningI met her on my first communion. She had gone to school with Uncle JohnnyTells me that her heart grew heavyAs I drank the blood and ate the bodyThe creek is up and the grass is high and under the bridgeThere's a place we can hideShe pulls up her skirt just above her kneeAnd says, "Feel my forehead there is a fever inside of me." From Letras Mania