Driving in the fast lane next to me Pretty little face a Nirvana tee You reach for my hand I kiss your cheek Skinny little waist in those Levi jeans you tell me
You're making me nervous You're making me Making me Making me nervous
Driving in the fast lane next to me Sexy little smile that I love to see You reach for my hand I kiss your cheek You're a freaky little thing and we were meant to be You tell me
You're making me nervous You're making me Making me Making me nervous
I want to love you I want to love you I want to love you I want to love you
Hold on We've been waiting so long Trying to get you back home I am speeding like a bullet
Hold on We've been waiting so long Trying to get you back home I am speeding like a bullet
Hold on So, so long Speeding like a bullet
Hold on Trying to get you back home Speeding like a bullet