Friday, August 22, 2008

Drive me mama with your wagonwheel

Ill tell you that your legs are too hard pressed
on the pedal with pressure
your skin is so blessed
im going to ask you to speed up the dile
but slow down the moment
for one small while

im wonderin' bout the plains made by the creators
sitting in your car with glare on aviators
im guna go nuts 
but first
im making sure were on the right way____

Cause in the plain sight
with the headbeams I share
with rain with the lights
the sight looks so rare
and i can't wait for you to see what im talking bout
cause its hard for to notice your smiles and pouts

im wonderin' bout the plains made by the creators
sitting in your car with glare on aviators
im guna go nuts 
but first
im making sure were on the right way_____
 
it's not whether were guna crash this tin can
cause no matter where we go babey, hey, ill be your man
oh
were short on the gas
but not on the fluid that moves us 
no
the cars guna die
so get some money, for the bus

we only young but we feel so dam old
were only hittin 20 but your seats still stay cold
and we can stay in the back seat
untill the morning comes by___
yeah babe
The keys can only come out when its time to say good bye____
ohhh yeah

im wonderin' bout the plains made by the creators
sitting in your car with glare on aviators

my seats my own and I sit in it with pride
untill i see you again
and we go for our ride.



mikeWORDS
tuneAGAINSTME!

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