Из альбома: Storms of Life
She is an American car
She ain't been lose so she can't go far
She got her mind stuck up in second gear
Where's she going I ain't exactly clear
Baby please, baby please can I drive you home
Low mileage without a pink slip
Green upholestry and an 18 inch rims
She stripped her gears coming late last night
I don't think that they'll open right
Baby please, baby please can I drive you home
She shakes and shimmies all over the road
She's alway happy when she's carrying a load
I love my lonesome automobile
Something about the way she make me feel
Baby please, baby please can I drive you home