Rollin’ with you wasn’t always this tough Senior year in my pick-up truck Two-wheel drive and four on the floor You unlocked my driver’s side door I never meant to hold you back You just kept slippin’ off that track With your engine’s fire burning strong Your wheels kept moving along I wanna take you for a ride I wanna take you for a ride Rusted paint, broken glass You never wanted to move so fast Rusted paint, broken glass I guess, I’m moving too fast Between the wheels, underneath the hood That’s the part I never understood Tell me why those pistons churn And what makes you fires burn I should let you take the wheel Before the sharp and twisted steel Penetrate this four valved heart And tears our souls apart I wanna take you for a ride I wanna take you for a ride Rusted paint, broken glass You never wanted to move so fast Rusted paint, broken glass I guess, I’m moving too fast Rusted paint, broken glass You never wanted to move so fast Rusted paint, broken glass I guess, I’m moving too fast I guess, I’m moving I guess, I’m moving |
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