Gimme The Car

Come on, dad, gimme the car tonight
Come on, dad, gimme the car tonight
I got this girl, I wanna -
Come on, dad, gimme the car

Come on, dad, gimme the car tonight
I'll tell you why, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna pick her up, I'm gonna get her drunk
I'm gonna get her high, I'm gonna make her cry
I'm gonna make her laugh, I'm gonna make her, shh
Woman, woman, woman

She gotta knows she's it 'cause I'm
Gonna touch her all over her body
Gonna touch her all over her body
Gonna touch her all over her body
Gonna touch her all over her body
And she can touch me all over my body
She can touch me all over my body
She can touch me all over my body
She can touch me all over my body

Time goes by, I can feel myself growing old
Burning inside, making this boy turn out cold

What's wrong, what's right
You know I don't care when I hate my life
What's wrong, what's right
You know, people don't care when they hate their life

But, how can I explain personal pain?
How can I explain personal pain?
How can I explain my voice is in vain?
How can I explain the deep down driving?
Driving, driving, driving
We're driving, we're driving, we're driving

Hey, dad, speaking of driving
Come on, dad, gimme the car tonight, uh
Uh
So much he don't understand
Just might never make it to a man

Come on, dad, gimme the car
Come on, dad, I ain't no runt
Come on, girl, gimme your -
'Cause I ain't had much to live for
I ain't had much to live for
I ain't had much to live for
I ain't had much to live for

You know, I ain't had much to live for
You know, I ain't had much to live for
You know, I ain't had much to live for
You know, I ain't had much to live for, aw!



Credits
Writer(s): Gordon James Gano
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