Under My Wheels Sex and rock and roll, the American way
The telephone is ringing You got me on the run I'm driving in my car now Anticipating fun
I'm driving right up to you, babe I guess that you couldn't see, yeah, yeah, yeah That you were under my wheels, honey Why don't you let me be?
Never stops ringing
Cause when you call me on my telephone Saying take me to the show And then I say, honey, I just can't go Old lady's sick and I can't leave her home
Oh, no, no, no, no
The telephone is ringing You got me on the run I'm driving in my car now I got you under my, oh
I got you under my wheels Yeah, you're under my wheels I got you under my wheels
Wheel, wheel, wheel, wheel, yeah
The telephone is ringing You keep me on the run I'm driving in my car now Anticipating fun
I'm driving right up to you, babe I guess you that couldn't see, yeah, yeah, yeah But you've been under my wheels, honey Why don't you let me be?
I got you under my wheels I got you under my wheels I got you under my wheels Oh, you're under my wheels I got you under my wheels I got you under my wheels I got you under my wheels Wheel, wheel, wheel
We're gonna drive down to L.A. We're gonna watch the young girls play Because I want you Because he wants you