Unsentimental, Driving around, Sure of myself, Sure of it now, You stand this close to me, In the blocks uptown, I remember, But if I've forgotten, Could you tell,

Going down. I'm going down 'Cause you aint around, baby. I'm going down. Time on my hands since you've been away boy I ain't got no plans no, no, no, no. And the sound of the rain, against my windowpain. Is slowly, slowly driving me insane.

This perfect timing Every time you get around me ('round) This perfect timing, ooh Hands on your body You like driving with no seat belt on, on, on Hands on your body (time) Every time you get around me Hands on your body (hands on your body)

(Hey) Can anybody hear me? Is anybody out there? Driving around the city with my head down low, low See trouble up ahead and 2 ways to go, go One will bring tears to my baby's eyes And do you hear them angels cry singing You are not alone You are not

A whole lot more waiting up ahead than what she left behind Life's too short to be hanging around She's getting out while the getting's good Driving on that two lane road hoping she might find She's eighteen and it's time she got out of the wood Living

Free as a driving wheel Circling around your iron will See only what you feel Keeps you turning when you're standing still You tried to run from trouble when it comes You followed the drum keeping time with everyone High as the light of day You're

I used to be down, I fucked around and I got rich I'm driving foreign whips, spent a hundred on my wrist I might take your bitch, private flight, take a trip Your bills be stacking up while I'm stacking up my chips Your bitch on my dick, when she see me,

Somewhere with you Laughing loud on a carnival ride, yeah Driving around on a Saturday night You made fun of me for singing my song Got a hotel room just to turn you on You said pick me up at three a.m. You're fighting with your mom again I can go out