Texty: Lisa Loeb. Cake And Pie. Too Fast Driving.

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