You jump in front of my car when you,
you know all the time, that a
Ninety mi-les an hour girl is the
speed I drive
You tell me it's al-right,
you don't mind a little pain
You say you just want me to
take you for a drive
You're just like
Crosstown traffic) so hard to
get through to you
(Crosstown traffic) I don't need to
run over you
(Crosstown traffic) all you do is slow me down and I'm
trying to get to the other side of town
I'm not the only soul who's
accused of hit and run
Tyre tracks all across your back I can (heh)
I can see you had your fun
But ah,darlin' can't you see my
signals turn from green to red
and with you I see a traffic jam
straight up ahead