Giving it up, I don?t mind
Giving it up, I don?t mind
Every last drop,
Little bit
I wrote a song about your car
I wrote it with your hips in mind
Will you be my friend?
Will you be a friend of mine?
I wrote a song about your car
I wrote it strong and splendid
And true
And all the feelings that I feel
I strive and yearn to feel them
For you
I walked up to the accident
And I chatted up the girl inside:
Will you be my friend?
Will you be a friend of mine?
I wrote a song about your car
I wrote it fine and feckless
And good
And all the days that I?m alive
I strive to understand, not
To be understood
Dogged up by the rain
And at your door again
Seeking anything
I?m a roustabout
And I?m bound to roust you out
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