bobby caldwell
she loves my car
drive all night up and down the highway may be a monday but it feels like friday pushing faster pulling her close it doesn't matter to her where we go she loves my car it's just a machine she loves my car i wish she loved me the way she loves my car all that chrome she loves to stare in a rear-view mirror that she combs her hair in the heat of the engine the thrill of the ride that's all i need to keep her satisfied she loves my car it's just a machine she loves my car i wish she loved me the way she loves my car don't stop keep on rollin' into the dark we've gone too far she's got me driving blind and i don't mind