Too Fast Driving — текст песни (Lisa Loeb)

Driving I was...thinking

You`re my flat tire

Too late at night in the pitch black, out of sight

And too fast driving

And too fast driving

And too fast driving



Driving I was...thinking

You`re my flat tire

Not a blow out, but a screeching halt, lots of ice, no salt

And too fast driving

And too fast driving

And too fast driving



Don`t want to think about how much, and what`s the limit

Don`t want to think about the limit and am I in it

Am I in it?

Am I in it?

Am I in it?

Am I in it?



Driving I was...thinking

You`re my flat tire

You`re gonna crash, you`re stupid loud

You`re reckless, you`re spinning out

And too fast driving

And too fast driving

And too fast driving