Microphone Fiend lyrics
Yo, I was a fiend before I became a teen I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated Where'd you learn how to steer
You do eighty in second gear
When you drive, I can't relax
Got your license from Cracker Jacks
You just hit another tree
These fender benders are killin' me

She drives like crazy
Like noone else
She drives like crazy
And I'm af

Single White Female lyrics
I know that every morning you go thumbing. Through the personal want ads. You grab the latest copy, a cup of coffee. A

raid for myself

They'll put you behind bars
We're not playin' bumper cars
Did a great figure eight
In the middle of the interstate
Tires squeel wherever we go
Even hitchhikers just say no

She drives like crazy
Her car's a mess
She drives like crazy
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The Happy Ending lyrics
There's nothing for me here I'm starting to get old Time just ticks on We've all been taking some comfort in repetition And

e's got a death wish I guess

She's a demon
Behind the wheel
Thinks she's drivin'
The Batmobile

Burnin' rubber in school zones
Runnin' over the traffic cones
Passin' "semi-"s on the right
Now my knuckles are turnin' white

She drives like crazy
Sh

Out Of Tune lyrics
overwhelming as they are breeding hope by counting stars merge the bitterness, the pain which i'm sure you can explain

'll break your necks (?)
She drives like crazy
She always gets into wrecks

She drives like crazy
Like noone else
She drives like crazy
Now I'm afraid for myself

She drives like crazy
Like noone else
She drives like crazy
And I'm afraid for myself