My baby's high. She's in overdrive. She's a fiend out on the floor. She's a shot of pain. She's a drop dead paramour. She comes around. And she turns it out. Her disease I can't ignore. Puts it to the red like I've never seen before. But it's all right. Baby's automatic she's in overdrive. Rollin all night. Never slowing down until she sees the light. She always says she's sick and tired. Of the pressure and the pain. Bearing down on her like a ten ton suicide. How many times I tell her. If she keeps running at this pace. She'll be long run out. Before she can ever reach the line. But it's all right. Baby's automatic she's in overdrive. Rolling all night. Never slowing down until she sees the light. She's running free. She's running hard. That all she needs. To reach the top. She's so obscene. She's all I've got. My motor queen. Don't ever stop. Oh I want to do it again. Cause it's all right. Baby's automatic she's in overdrive. Rollin all night. Never slowing down until she sees the light. But it's alright. Baby's automatic she's in overdrive. Rollin all night. Never slowing down until she sees the light. But it's alright. Baby's automatic she's in overdrive. Rollin all night. Never slowing down until she sees the light. But it's alright. Baby's automatic she's in overdrive. Rollin all night. She ain't slowin' down till she scores tonight