Stolen car. Late at night in summer heat. Expensive car, empty street There's a wire in my jacket. This is my trade It only takes a moment, don't be afraid I can hotwire an ignition like some kind of star I'm just a poor boy in a rich man'
Come with me stay the night..you say the words but boy it don't feel right..what did you expected me to say?..You know it's just too little too late..You take my hand..and you say you've changed..but boy you know your begging don't fool m