033 Sassy Steel
Lyrics
oh great, look at him - sweaty palms, license fresh, big boy charm
that's my new driver, please
i changed your diapers, breathe
you jingle keys like you're the boss -
kid, i've seen you cry over applesauce
you think a license made you king
honey, i remember everything
i'm the queen of this culdesac
dented crown, but i bite back
you may drive - don't get confused
who carried who through all those years
touch my dash like you're in charge
watch how slow i start
mileage ain't manners, darling -
i still run this yard
oh lord, not those crusty shoes
glitter in my seats
that's the herpes of craft supplies -
you're never getting rid of me or it, surprise
she slammed my door, oh - it's on
you want smooth ride, romeo
check engine light, there you go
that silent toaster parked outside
plastic soul, no dirt, no pride
it doesn't know your secrets, kid
i do
i'm the queen of this culdesac
petty grace in a pickup rack
you upgrade paint, you change your style -
i've been here every mile
think i'm done, think i lack
i always answer back
vintage beats your shiny toy
remember that
twofifty thousand miles in
still louder than your polished grin
that important face in your suit
i've got grape stains as proof
you say retire, you say rest
i'm not impressed
i survived your heartbreak phase -
and your midlife gym craze
don't look at me like i'm décor
i'm not done, i want more
turn the key
don't park me, don't polish me
don't thank me for my service
don't line me up like yard décor
while you drive that silent flirt
turn the key
let me rattle, let me roar
i don't rest, i don't retire
i wanna run
i wanna run
i wanna run
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