She is an American car,
She isn`t legal so she can`t go far.
She got her mind stuck up in second gear,
Where she going ain`t exactly clear.
Baby please, baby please, I wanna drive you home.
Low mileage without a pink slip,
Clean upholstery and it ain`t been ripped.
She stripped her gears only late last night,
I don`t think that thing was oiling right.
Baby please, baby please, I wanna drive you home.
She shakes and shimmies all over the road,
She`s always happy when she carry a load.
Another lonesome automobile,
Something bout the way she makes me feel.
Baby please, baby please, I wanna drive you home.
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