If I choke boy. You start me up again. Restring my wires y'know. This gearbox can make the shift polish my rims. Damned if you do. Damned if you don't. I swear it seems of late boy. I've even curved this body to fit your bow. Still the rain can't confuse the thoughts that come. Come in rhythm. 'cause it never was the cars and guitars that came between us. Still a thought says what if I. Keep on drivin'. Keep on drivin'. "Yeah that whip has skirt". You said it proud. Sometimes I'd watch her idle while you'd tune her up. Me with my silencer on. You and your crocodile clip. Me and my alligator pears yeah. All trickedc out for the trip. That slid into a spin. You say that "I miss you". You stop in at my drive-thru. You knwo who you'll order some some boy. 'Cause it never was the cars and guitars that came between us. Still a thought says what if I. Keep on drivin'. Keep on drivin'. Keep on drivin'. If I choke boy. You start me up again. Resting my wires y'know. This gearbox can make the shift polish my rims