Driving I was thinking,
You're my flat tire.
Too late and night
With pitch black out of sight.
And too fast driving,
And too fast driving

Driving I was thinking
You're my flat tire
A blow out, screeching halt
Lots of ice no salt
And too fast driving
And too fast driving
And too fast driving

Don't wanna feel that too much
And what's the limit
Don't want to think about the limit
And am I in it
Am I in it
And am I in it
And am I in it
Am I in it

Driving I was thinking
You're my flat tire
You gonna crash you stupid lout
You're reckless you're spinning out
And too fast driving
And too fast driving
And too fast driving

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Writer(s): LISA A. LOEB