You jump in front of my car when you, you know all the time that Ninety miles an hour, girl, is the speed I drive. You tell me it's alright, you don't mind a little pain. You say you just want me to take you for a ride.
You're just like crosstown traffic, so hard to get through to you. Crosstown traffic, I don't need to run over you. Crosstown traffic, all you do is slow me down And I'm trying to get on the other side of town.