Hooker at the Circle K

Well, he left New York. Just two years ago. Tired of the snow and the cold it

showed. The city got wild, they lost their minds. He headed south

for some peace of mind. Now Punta Gorda's got that sun and breeze.

Where folks say "y'all" and "thank you" with ease. Dinner at four and asleep by nine.

He thought he left his wild side behind. He went to the Circle K. Just pumping gas

at the end of the day. Then he saw a sight that blew him away. There's a hooker

at the Circle K. Now he stops by there most every day. Out back where they

don't got no valet. She gets his cash and he gets her ass. Costs about the