Girl In A Car Singing Along With The Radio lyrics

Maybe I shouldn't stare at girls all the time, but I'm not sure what harm it does... My gaze doesn't carry the weight of the patriarchy. There was a woman in a maroon car, license # something four seven four. Straight brown hair, sharp nose, very proud nose in profile. Handsome nose, face in repose, thinking or singing along: Rock Rock Rock n Roll lobster. Rough right hand on the steering wheel, rough hand looks like a man's hand. A rough hand being gentle can be so much softer than a soft hand. Am I making sense? I tried to see her left hand, I was looking for a wedding band, I tried to picture her with a man, I couldn't but I never can. I tried to picture me on the seat beside her. Then I woke up and the k.d. lang record was skipping on the turntable.