Из альбома: Get Into the Grove
So we were cruising on down the strip
After some stripping of our own
She said âcould you stop right here for a second, baby?
I need to use the phone.â
I slowed down and steered to the right
I felt tired, âtwas well past nightfall
When I leaned back, she grabbed my receiver, baby
What happened to that call?
She said âcome on, you know what I meant.
I wanted to borrow your tool.â
I said âsorry, but I'm out of gas.
I need some time to refuel.â
Her plan had sprung a flat,
So I sat and thought for a while
Then I slipped my hand into the glovebox, baby
That certainly gave her a smile