I Can’t Stand the Way You Drive

Lyrics

You know I really hate it, and I've asked you to change your style But you run automatic, you think I don't see the miles A T-shirt with a girl on to polish your bumper bar Better with your mirrors, cut off the only car I can't stand the way you drive Your friends all think they're writers, they whack in [?] Cover a McCarthy, they dabble in poetry But I'm not in their driveways, they show me on out to work Filling up their printers and [?] I can't stand the way you drive That's why you're on the passenger side I can't stand the way you drive Ooh ooh oo-ooh, ooh ooh oo-ooh Ooh ooh oo-ooh, ooh ooh oo-ooh Ooh ooh oo-ooh, ooh ooh oo-ooh Ooh ooh oo-ooh, ooh ooh oo-ooh Ooh The dog goes through the windscreen, the lights had already changed Ch-chop, they put on makeup, you're breakin' right through my face You fuck like you're a duchem, you think it's your foreign ride Ninety in a fifty to give all the girls a fright I can't stand the way you drive That's why you're on the passenger side I can't stand the way you drive Ooh ooh oo-ooh, ooh ooh oo-ooh I can't stand the way you drive