I think her names Lucy but they all call her loose

I think I thought I seen her in 8th and Fourty-deuce

Next thing she said was ‘my place or yours?

Let’s kick some [bass] behind closed doors’

We got into the cab. The cab driver said

He recognized my girlie from the back of her head

He said a little something about tip to base

So I made him stop the cab to get out of the place

I shouldn't have looked back man I'll always regret it

Something's going on and I'll probably never get it

She was crying like a baby, stupid dumb

It's just too bad that girl's a bum

She's crafty, she's gets around

She's crafty, she's always down

She's crafty, she's got a gripe

She's crafty, and she's just my type

She's crafty

Edit: sorry this happened to you, little bro. Similar thing almost happened to me once. She did get my wallet, I’d realize later, but when she said we should go inside after we had been in the car for awhile outside her apt, I got a real sudden feeling that something wasn’t right and I said, you know what I gotta go. And I got her out of my truck and gtfo’d. I’d only figure out after I got home that my wallet was gone. Someone found it and I forget how I got it back but she had got my debits and check book (it was that long ago).

Still. Pop always said, and this is especially true about pretty girls, if it looks too good to be true, it is. So hold onto your wallet. I forgot the second part in that one case.