Girl in the Sports Car

Friday night's a good time for some bad decisions
And my life- it's just fine, but I could do with a few revisions
Well, I'm sure the Earth's turn slows up enough for me to coast casually
But that girl with dark curls, she's back in town and wants something to do with me

That girl in the sports car, her little red Jaguar
Tearin' up PCH at 95
She knows speed makes her look hot, most guys got no shot
Might as well hang your head when you see her arrive...

She twirls in her skirt, and she knows the guys all want to know her
So fine, it hurts- I see her wink and I start headin' over
She calls, I wave, and I'm stuck, so sucked into tempting fate
Walk tall, be brave, and try not to hyperventilate

In front of that girl in the sports car, her little red Jaguar
Tearin' up PCH at 95
She knows speed makes her look hot, somehow I got my shot
She's floorin' the gas, I'm just livin' to survive...

Things are gettin' heavy, her footsteps unsteady
I'm way in over my head already
She wants to hook up, I want a girlfriend
I'm out of my league, but it's the same old weekend

For that girl in the sports car, her little red Jaguar
Tearin' up PCH at 95
Words slurring, her breath's hot- she's ready and I'm not
We're fallin' too fast, gotta pull out of this dive...

'Cause she lives fast and she moves faster
Out of tonight into the morning after
But thing is, one night stands really ain't my style

She tells me to just take her home,
Slams the door, storms away, and I let her go
I'm worth the wait, but she doesn't have that while
Still, when I think of her, only thing I do is smile...

Smile 'bout that girl in the sports car, her little red Jaguar
Tearin' PCH up at 95
She knows that speed brings seclusion, leans into the illusion
I kick it slow, she kicks into overdrive
With that kind of speed, you know it's a thrill to be alive...