You could call me a car lover
Cos I love it in a motor
And the way it feels
To ride around on new wheels
I hardly know you
But I think I m going to
Let s go siesta
In you ford fiesta
Here we go again
I m riding in your car
Let me count to ten
Cos it s gone way too far
Up my street to nowhere
You know what detours are
Here we go again
And its gone way too far
Sometimes I just can t function
My heart s spaghetti junction
Every shining bonnet
Makes me think of my back on it
I just can t escape the feeling
That I d rather be free wheeling
In every little honda
There may lurk a peter fonda
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