Pumpin' for Jill

When I'm asleep you touch my feet You let me know that I am no creep Because I love you, you are for real I'm sticking right here, pumping for Jill In the gas station, where I work Everyone treats me just like a jerk And nobody offers me a tip I'm going to stay here, pumping Jill's hips I met you at the Mardi Gras On a French Quarter sidewalk When you kissed me, it was strong I wonder if you'll hear this song