Gimme The Car

Come on, dad, gimme the car tonight

Come on, dad, gimme the car tonight

I got this girl, I wanna...

Come on, dad, gimme the car

Come on, dad, gimme the car tonight

I tell'ya what I'm gonna do

I'm gonna pick her up

I'm gonna get her drunk

i'm gonna make her cry

I'm gonna get her high

I'm gonna make her laugh

I'm gonna make her... shh...

Woman, woman, woman

I know she's it

'Cause I'm gonna touch her all over her body

Gonna touch her all over her body

Gonna touch her all over her body

Gonna touch her all over her body

And she can touch me all over my body

She can touch me all over my body

She can touch me all over my body

She can touch me all over my body

Time goes by, I can feel myself growing old

Burning inside, it's making this boy turn out cold

What's wrong, what's right, I don't care when I hate my life

What's wrong, what's right, you know, people don't care when they hate their life

But how can I explain personal pain, how can I explain personal pain

How can I explain my voice is in vain, how can I explain the deep down

Driving, driving, driving, we're driving, we're driving, we're driving...

Hey, dad, speaking of driving...

Come on, dad, gimme the car tonight

So much he don't understand

Just might never make it to a man

Come on, dad, gimme the car

Come on, dad, I ain't no runt...

Come on, girl, gimme your...

'Cause I ain't had much to live for

I ain't had much to live for

You know I ain't had much to live for

You know I ain't had much to live for