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Monday, May 19, 2008
For Those of You for Whom Autovehicular Sex Isn't an Abstraction
You could call me a car lover
'Cos I love it in a motor
And the way it feels
To ride around on new wheels.
I hardly know you
But I think I'm going to
Let's go siesta
In your Ford Fiesta
Here we go again
I'm riding in your car
Let me count to ten
'Cos it's gone way too far
Up my street to nowhere
You know what detours are
Here we go again
And it's gone way too far
Sometimes I just can't function
My heart's spaghetti junction
Every shining bonnet
Makes me think of my back on it.
I just can't escape the feeling
That I'd rather be free wheeling
In every little Honda
There may lurk a Peter Fonda
Here we go again
I'm riding in your car
Let me count to ten
'Cos it's gone way too far
Up my street to nowhere
You know what detours are
Here we go again
And it's gone way too far
-Elastica "Car Ride"
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No, I never have. Always seemed a bit cramped to me.
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