Erin Regan
Текст песни Your Mom's Car

Let's go for a ride in your mom's car, let's go for a ride in your mom's car
Let's go for a ride in your mom's car, let's go for a ride in your mom's car
We'll smoke that last bit of weed you had from the air gauge

If we get hungry we'll go to Mickey D's we'll order a dollar menu
Hamburger with cheese please
Turn off the radio I don't like the buzz
It's too much fuss those songs ain't us, babe

I'd rather listen to the wheels against the wet road
Focus on your energy and get real stoned
When we get thirsty we'll go to 7-11 like Elliot Smith in St. Ides heaven

You'll touch my body with those calloused hands and I'll forget who I am
I forget who I am with you
Then you'll go home to your girlfriend, you'll go home to your girlfriend

I'll go home to my dead-end, I'll go home to my dead-end
I'll go home to my dead-end, I'll go home to my dead-end street
Where you and I never meet

Please, please, please, please, please
Let's go for a ride in your mom's car, let's go for a ride in your mom's car
Just one more time in your mom's car, one more time in your mom's car