street machine You're my hot rod mama And you're really built for speed You're built for speed You're built for speed You're built for speed ...
Well, I know a little lady, she lives down London way She talks and talks all night but she ain't got much to say She don't need no ones opinion, don'
All those long and lonely summer nights That I have spent alone Just thinking of you don't make dreams come true When you're so far away All those lovely
the streets tonight There ain't a damn thing that the cops could do So line back up for a side line view Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There
Get kicked out for coming home at dawn Mom and dad cursed the day you were born Throw your clothes into a duffel bag Shoutin' as you slam the door, the
mice around Well, I'm slinkin' down the alleyway looking for a fight Howling to the moonlight on a hot summer night Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry "Wild stray
I never understand what you do to me But I'll never get right down on bended knee But I cry and I cry and I cry I don't think you know, you've done me
Well, I got a big old bomb and it won't be around for long Well, I got a big old bomb and it won't be around for long Well, it's a big old bomb but it
hair piled high and my baby just looked so right Well, pick you up at ten, gotta have you home at two Mama don't know what I got in store for you But
You're baby blue eyes That you promised tonight have got me in a mess Why don't you do right and quit try to fight Every time we get this stress Your
My friends tried to tell me, but they were too late, yeah What a fool I was to fall for your bait, ah You drive me crazy, kiss-a-me baby I don't mean