Your hips are the highway, so lets hit the road, I’m never right, babe, but I’ll pass slow. I’ve got motor oil, and I’ve got gasoline. The dirt your kicking off this shoulder it’s the prettiest haze I’ve ever seen. We’ve got have a million clicks on this car, and the way your driving me it just don’t seem that far. All these other cars have gone and waxed their hoods. But if you don’t mind I’ll drive all night, this cup of caffeine knows I could. Well we’ve been driving 120 but we haven’t got that far, lets kick it into gear my dear, turn this asphalt into tar. Well I’ve got two hands, and I’ve got a lead foot. Lets kick it up one more time and make this engine cook. I love you. I want more.