Riding In Another Man’s Car
I almost bust the bank in Vegas
On lucky number seven
I got Gibson guitar
I’m gonna be a star
I got a California dream house
My waterbed in heaven
But there goes my girlfriend
Riding in another man’s car
I got a mother of a red car
Got Jimmy on the reg plate
Got nothing like a limit
On my jet black credit card
I get to tell my shrink now
what’s messing with my mind state
Chorus
There goes my girlfriend
Riding in another man’s car
She’s up and down the strip
Cruising all the time
I should pull her over
but she really is so fine
I gotta tell her that I want her
I gotta tell her that I need her
I gotta tell him keep his hands off
My little curvy cookie jar
She tells me that she doesn’t want to
And there aint nothing that I can do
There goes my girlfriend
Riding in another man’s car
I gotta tell her that I want her
I gotta tell her that I need her
I gotta tell him keep his hands off
My little curvy cookie jar
She tells me that she doesn’t want to
And there aint nothing that I can do
There goes my girlfriend
Riding in another man’s car
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