old 97's
bel air
I've been lightin' matches in the boiler room Wearing sulfur perfume, don't I smell nice? You come sniffin' around just like you own the joint You know it's rude to point, don't make me tell you twice  Well, I like the way you walk, that's why I left my door unlocked I must be going off half-cocked, I sometimes do  You think it's funny but I know it ain't no joke There's nothing left to read in here, there's nothing left to smoke Before the band kicks in, the getting better start I'll stomp a mud hole in your heart  You poured whiskey in my Slurpee, swear to God you got me drunk Now, I'm thinking that I'm sunk and I can't swim I'm drowning in the back seat of a '61 Bel Air I got a mouthful of your hair, a handful of skin  I ain't suffocating, I'm just sick and tired of waiting Stop this pointless hesitating, pull me in  There's an awful lot of stars out here, an awful lot of sky I'm turning on the radio, they're playing 'Ready to ride' Before the band kicks in, the getting better start I'll stomp a mud hole in your heart  We could cruise the lake like psychos Scare the kids on motorcycles, there ain't nothing I would rather do  It's 3-D on the TV but it's empty on the street If it weren't for me and you, the avenue would be incomplete And I should say this before this whole thing even starts I'll stomp a mud hole in your heart 