I'm About To Explode
The squeal of tires
On a dirty road
The city's hot tonight
And I'm about to explode
So tell me, what are you thinking?
And tell me, what do you know?
And why you keep on winking
While I'm about to explode
Go!
Don't you know she's gonna be all right
If she's got a new boy every Saturday night
She don't want money
She wants it all
Left the car at the liquor store
You know she followed me home to say I'm such a bore
She thinks it's funny
Oh, she's got it all
You got no clue
What's going on in her head
You got no clue now
What's going on in her bed
So tell me, what are you drinking?
And tell me, who have you known?
Can't you see that you're sinking
While I'm about to explode?
Go!
Don't you know she's gonna be all right
If she's got a new boy every Saturday night
She don't want money
She wants it all
Left the car at the liquor store
You know she followed me home to say I'm such a bore
She thinks it's funny
Well, she's got it all
I know this is way too late
To change your mind
I guess this is my mistake
Just a waste of my time
Don't you know she's gonna be all right
If she's got a new boy every Saturday night
She don't want money
She wants it all
Left the car at the liquor store
You know she followed me home to say I'm such a bore
She thinks it's funny
She's got it all
On a dirty road
The city's hot tonight
And I'm about to explode
So tell me, what are you thinking?
And tell me, what do you know?
And why you keep on winking
While I'm about to explode
Go!
Don't you know she's gonna be all right
If she's got a new boy every Saturday night
She don't want money
She wants it all
Left the car at the liquor store
You know she followed me home to say I'm such a bore
She thinks it's funny
Oh, she's got it all
You got no clue
What's going on in her head
You got no clue now
What's going on in her bed
So tell me, what are you drinking?
And tell me, who have you known?
Can't you see that you're sinking
While I'm about to explode?
Go!
Don't you know she's gonna be all right
If she's got a new boy every Saturday night
She don't want money
She wants it all
Left the car at the liquor store
You know she followed me home to say I'm such a bore
She thinks it's funny
Well, she's got it all
I know this is way too late
To change your mind
I guess this is my mistake
Just a waste of my time
Don't you know she's gonna be all right
If she's got a new boy every Saturday night
She don't want money
She wants it all
Left the car at the liquor store
You know she followed me home to say I'm such a bore
She thinks it's funny
She's got it all
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Mcmillan
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