Factory Line

[Verse 1]
Said I’ve never seen nothin' like that before
And her clothes went tumblin' to the floor
And her long black hair fell down in curls
In a sea of sand, she was a pearl

[Verse 2]
You know I work all day on the factory line
I don’t want no nothin’, no if it ain’t mine
A little trait instilled in me by my old man
Say, I don’t want no nothin’, you’re a free man

[Chorus]
And I say, hey Carmelita
We’re never gonna touch the sky
On a factory line

[Verse 3]
Puerto Rico, I heard someone say
Immigration paid her way
But I watch her hands freeze on her work
As the boss man a-brush up against her skirt

[Verse 4]
See, I had my share of trouble and cops
Now I just shut my mouth and I do my job
But this dark skinned girl she caught my eye
And something shifted deep inside

[Chorus]
And I say, hey Carmelita
We’re never gonna touch the sky
On a factory line

[Verse 5]
Well, we went to Vegas on a weekend tear
Ah, me and the boys and my lady fair
Felt her hand upon my side
She said come and dance with me one time

[Verse 6]
Felt like I was meant to hold her
Felt a hand upon my shoulder
Was the boss man’s son with a half ass grin
He said, you like your job, I’m cuttin' in

[Verse 7]
Now the worker in me said to step aside
So I looked my damsel in the eyes
Said, excuse me for my lack of class
And I told that boy to kiss my ass

[Verse 8]
I said, come on, baby, let’s blow this town
She said, I’ll drive for the first round
And outside of Vegas on a desert strip
She pulled the car into a ditch

[Verse 9]
You ain’t never seen nothin' like that before
And her clothes went tumblin' to the floor
Now I know that there’s no goin' back this time
The factory line

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