I don't like the way you breathe in my car
I don't like the way you exploit my heart
Your teeth make a better seatbelt
Your love tastes better with food stamps
My car is a substitute for your body
I got it to bring along to Cincinnati
All my kids danced in, in loose traffic
I don't like the way you treat my kids
(You bruised my kids)
I don't like the way you treat my kids
(When you brag about my kids)
I don't like the way you treat my kids
(You bruised my kids)
I don't like the way you treat my kids
(When you brag about my kids)
All my kids danced in, in loose traffic