So you’re lookin’ for a clean cut automobile, want to put the top up find something real,
This racing road good way to lose a wheel.
You can leave me, but don’t you tease me. God don’t you feed me, if you’re gonna go.
Well I know I can be lazy but you could change me, good luck baby, just take me home,
Or you can let me go, but take me home.
So you’re lickin’ for a kitchen cook up some soul,
With and an oven for some lovin’ where some grease can grow.
I’ve got a hot plate for a heart and it growin’ cold, ooooooh.
You can leave me, but don’t you tease me. God don’t you feed me, if your gonna go.
Well I know I can be lazy but you could change me, good luck baby, just take me home,
Or you can let me go, but take me home.