She Loves My Car
Bobby Caldwell
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Drive all night up and down the highway
May be a Monday but it feels like Friday
Pushing faster, pulling her close
It doesn't matter to her where we go
She loves my car
It's just a machine
She loves my car
I wish she loved me
The way she loves my car
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All that chrome she loves to stare in
A rear-view mirror that she combs her hair in
The heat of the engine, the thrill of the ride
That's all I need to keep her satisfied
She loves my car
It's just a machine
She loves my car
I wish she loved me
The way she loves my car
Don't stop keep on rollin'
Into the dark, we've gone too far
She's got me driving blind
And I don't mind