Текст Bobby Caldwell – She Loves My Car

Drive all night up and down the highway
May be a Monday but it feels like Friday
Pushing faster, pulling her close
It doesn’t matter to her where we go

She loves my car
It’s just a machine
She loves my car
I wish she loved me
The way she loves my car

All that chrome she loves to stare in
A rear-view mirror that she combs her hair in
The heat of the engine, the thrill of the ride
That’s all I need to keep her satisfied

She loves my car
It’s just a machine
She loves my car
I wish she loved me
The way she loves my car

Don’t stop keep on rollin’
Into the dark, we’ve gone too far
She’s got me driving blind
And I don’t mind