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Birds Fly South Sleeping with the Driver I Can’t Speak Your Name We Don’t Get to Watch the Trains |
Sleeping with the Driver
by essence
Lyrics She’s got her head shaved like a monk she’s got her hands all up my trunk tickle tickle her toes are on my knee and I’m feeding her a strawberry we’re in a truck going on a ride and I’m looking at the flowers outside such a good friend i am trying to be but my thoughts are getting kinda naughty chorus: and my secret will be sworn and my secret will be sworn and my secret will be sworn ok so part of me is torn part of me is torn part of me is torn part of me is torn and tonight I’m sleeping with the driver He’s in the front behind the wheel he’s afraid in the back my heart she’ll steal he asks me questions how does she go and i answer how the hell would i know but i don’t think her man excites her I don’t think her man excites her and yes, the thought has crossed my mind but tonight i’m sleeping with the driver chorus: And the road map is hard to read it’s too small and I can’t see we gotta pull over we gotta pull over I gotta pee! She’s got her head shaved like a monk she’s got her hands all up my trunk tickle tickle her toes are on my knee and I’m feeding her a strawberry we’re in a truck going on a ride and I’m looking at the flowers outside such a good friend i am trying to be but my thoughts are getting kinda naughty chorus. |
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