Must of been mid afternoon As I could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out And he walked with a purpose in his sneakers, down the street He
She don't love me, she love my automobile She don't love me, she love my automobile Well she would do anything just to slide behind the wheel She said
Too many screamers wearing a mask Too many dreamers looking for the ones that last Too many eyes looking for hope Too many tears looking for a way to
Wooh, hey what's that? Blondes in black cars, yeah Burning up the boulevard, ow Blondes in black cars And they're here for me, yeah Blondes in black
My little sister's in the front seat with an ice cream cone My ma's in the backseat sittin' all alone As my pa steers her slow out of the lot for a
Candy O, I need you Sunday dress, ruby ring Candy O, I need you so Could you help me in? Purple hum, assorted cards Razor lights you'll bring And all
Who's gonna tell you when It's too late? Who's gonna tell you things Aren't so great? You can't go on Thinkin' nothing's wrong, ohh no Who's gonna drive
One too many times, I fell over you Once in a shadow, I finally grew And once in a night I dreamed you were there I canceled my flight from going nowhere
I got a lot on my head Most of it's you I got a lot on my head Can't forget about you Lock me away where the silly boys go I'm on top of my nerves, don
She's drivin' away with the dim lights on She's makin' a play and she can't go wrong She never waits too long She's winding them down on her clock machine
It's funny, honey, but you don't care You never wanna take me anywhere You ride around in your cadium car Keep wishin' upon a star Why is it you don'
It takes a fast car lady to lead a double life It takes a slow star lady if you want to do it twice You take your backseat rumble, take your frontseat
How could you cross your fine line? A silly driver, kinda off the wall You keep it cool when it's t-t-tight Eyes wide open when you start to fall You
I don't mind you comin' here And wastin' all my time 'Cause when you're standin', oh so near I kinda lose my mind It's not the perfume that you wear
I can't put out your fire, I know it's too late I can't be up for hire, it's not my best trait The gallow glass is crackin', it's startin' to smash How
He's got his plastic sneakers She's got her robuck purse He's got his butane flicker She's got it worse They're crazy about each other Like a misplaced
Oh, can I touch you, are you out of touch I guess I never noticed that much Geranium lover, I'm live on your wire Oh, come and take me whoever you are
Remember watching children play Ring-around-the roses Tiny electrons circling in neutral ground So much gravity, in gravity Boys in bars, they stir their