Debit Cards Can Blow Me

Oh Debit Card....where the fuhhhhk are you?

Hiding under the seat of my car?

Riding around denver in a thug's pocket, buying hookers and cheese?

In the "Lost and not found" drawer at Starbucks?

In the hands of the smarmy 7-11 employee?

On the pavement in some random square foot of the 16th street mall??

Oh Debit Card- you are such a WHORE!! You know I am going on vacation tomorrow. You know

I will not be able to buy hookers and cheese without you.

We are breaking up. And you can keep the CDs, you bitch.