Honey, youre from Detroit.
You know a lot about wheels.
A summertime hot rods givin me the brake job.
Dont you stop til I start to squeal.
Cause, baby, I love your body
as much as your automobile.
But I need more than a tune up.
Ill take you with the moon up.
Just let me drive. Mmm, let me drive.
I wanna feel the power comin alive.
Darlin, let me drive. Mmm, let me drive.
Let me behind the wheel.
I wanna know how your hot rod feels.
Honey, I hear youre the expert.
You can keep me at the edge of my seat.
Take me through a tight turn, keep me at a slow burn.
feet to the floor and I feel the heat.
And, baby, they say youll deliver
lovin up and down the street.
But its your turn to be driven.
Cmon and slide over.
Get in and let me drive. Mmm, let me drive.
I wanna feel all that power comin alive.
Darlin, let me drive. Mmm, let me drive.
Let me behind the wheel.
I wanna know how your hot rod feels.
Baby, dont ask directions.
Who needs a map when theres time to ride?
Baby, youre hands are shakin.
Give me the keys, turn on the lights.
Im gonna burn out this road tonight.
Ooooh, let me drive. Mmm, let me drive.
I wanna feel your power comin alive.
And darlin, let me drive. Mmm, let me drive.
Let me behind the wheel.
I wanna know how your hot rod feels.
Let me drive. Oooh, let me drive.
Let me behind the wheel.
I wanna know how your hot rod feels.
Let me drive. Let me drive.
Let me behind the wheel . . .
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