Boy, my car's no mechanical toy
She's got a heart in her motor
When I told her - go left here - she went right
And parked at your front door

Babe, you're in her electric love web
No need to run, no
Sorry sir, she wants to feel you inside her
All day, sitting tight on her shotgun

So it's true, my car headlights glowing for you
Her gear box is lubricated
What do you say, you better jump in she'll drive your way
Whichever you're headed