She came from Austin, Texas
She liked his custom van and his pit bull Francis
Even when he took a chunk out of her hand
They liked to dance in the desert and screw in the sand
He said they’d always be together
But when her belly got big she never saw him again

One and one ends up to be three
Don’t need to have love don’t need to be sweet
But when the air gets heavy and it’s hard to breathe
The women get stuck and the men just leave

Well they were high school sweethearts from Portland, Maine.
He was a writers-block poet
And though she’d never read a line, she still had faith
They ended up in La Jolla
She sold Mary Kay
He dreamed about getting published
But when her belly got big he just ran away

One and one ends up to be three
Don’t need to have love don’t need to be sweet
But when the air gets heavy and it’s hard to breathe
The women get stuck and the men just leave

There’s a place in the desert where the men all meet
Park their vans in the shade
Talk about Kerouac and the works of the beats
They let their dogs play together
Drink beer and they sing
They’ve all got a secret treasure
Wallet picture in their pocket of the kid they never see

One and one ends up to be three
Don’t need to have love don’t need to be sweet
But when the air gets heavy and it’s hard to breathe
The women get stuck and the men just leave
The women get strong and the men just leave