10, 2 and 4 will get you Five

A Dr.Pepper she sipped, leaning against the jukebox.
Hot wax personified. She had a classy chassis and Daddy felt like drivin'.
I ambled over, “It’s 10 now baby.
This 2 dollar bill says we blow this popsicle joint and I have you beddy-bye at 4.
She cooed, “I’m only sixteen…Atlas.”
“Damn arithmetic!”