A song about going at whatever tempo works for you |
Friday night's a good time for some bad decisions And my life- it's just fine, but I could do with a few revisions Well, I'm sure the Earth's turn slows up enough for me to coast casually But that girl with dark curls, she's back in town and wants something to do with me That girl in the sports car, her little red Jaguar Tearin' up PCH at 95 She knows speed makes her look hot, most guys got no shot Might as well hang your head when you see her arrive... She twirls in her skirt, and she knows the guys all want to know her So fine, it hurts- I see her wink and I start headin' over She calls, I wave, and I'm stuck, so sucked into tempting fate Walk tall, be brave, and try not to hyperventilate In front of that girl in the sports car, her little red Jaguar Tearin' up PCH at 95 She knows speed makes her look hot, somehow I got my shot She's floorin' the gas, I'm just livin' to survive... Things are gettin' heavy, her footsteps unsteady I'm way in over my head already She wants to hook up, I want a girlfriend I'm out of my league, but it's the same old weekend For that girl in the sports car, her little red Jaguar Tearin' up PCH at 95 Words slurring, her breath's hot- she's ready and I'm not We're fallin' too fast, gotta pull out of this dive... 'Cause she lives fast and she moves faster Out of tonight into the morning after But thing is, one night stands really ain't my style She tells me to just take her home, Slams the door, storms away, and I let her go I'm worth the wait, but she doesn't have that while Still, when I think of her, only thing I do is smile... Smile 'bout that girl in the sports car, her little red Jaguar Tearin' PCH up at 95 She knows that speed brings seclusion, leans into the illusion I kick it slow, she kicks into overdrive With that kind of speed, you know it's a thrill to be alive... |