My Geraldine Lies Over The Delaware

I can’t take a breath because the air stinks and I can’t take a step without listening to your fucking accent while you’re saying words with ‘R’s misplaced.
So, fuck Route 9. I can pump my own gas, now you’re crossing the line.
Fuck route 9. You’re water tastes like ass, just stay on your side. We’ll leave tonight if you’re okay to drive. We’ll leave this place behind.
Thank God we don’t live here all the time.