Gimme The Car

Come on, Dad Gimme the car tonight Come on, Dad Gimme the car tonight I got this girl, I wanna... Come on, dad, gimme the car Come on, Dad Gimme the car tonight I tell ya what I tell ya what I'm gonna do I'm gonna pick her up I'm gonna get her drunk I'm gonna make her cry I'm gonna get her high I'm gonna make her laugh I'm gonna make her... shh... Woman, woman, woman I know she's it Cause I'm gonna Touch her all over her body Gonna touch her all over her body Gonna touch her all over her body Gonna touch her all over her body And she can Touch me all over my body She can touch me all over my body She can touch me all over my body She can touch me all over my body Time goes by, I can feel myself growing old Burning inside, it's making this boy turn out cold What's wrong? What's right? I don't care when I hate my life What's wrong? What's right? You know, people don't care When they hate their life But how can I explain personal pain? How can I explain personal pain? How can I explain, my voice is in vain How can I explain the deep down driving Driving Driving We're driving We're driving We're driving Well, ohhh... Hey, Dad Speaking of driving... Come on, Dad Gimme the car tonight So much he don't understand Just might never make it to a man Come on, Dad Gimme the car Come on, Dad I ain't no runt Come on, girl Gimme your... Cause I ain't had much to live for I ain't had much to live for You know, I ain't had much to live for You know, I ain't had much to live for