Lyrics

I've got a hot rod build for speed I love you Turbo gasket bi-carb wheels My darling A tank top crew, my own pool cue I love you When my parole comes up in June We'll road trip darling You don't owe me a thing You don't owe me a thing You don't own me I've been to New York City twice Been to Oklahoma too I could tell you some great... Oh my My guy I'm gonna paint her stop light green I love you You can be my pit-stop queen My darling I'll take you to the next state fair I love you They've got fancy hair clips there For angels like you You don't owe me a thing You don't owe me a thing You don't own me I've been to New York City twice Been to Oklahoma too I could tell you some great... Oh my My guy