You were my car
You were my piston
Oh lord, I'm trying to get her out of the way
One's about all I can take
If you don't run away
You can get the rest of it
You were my cradle
You were my hoarder
Too many times I caught her
Walking way, leaving me turning gray (oh yeah)
Baby don't run away
You can get the rest of it
Don't [?]
You let me get some [rest?]
You were my reason
To get wasted
My looks and charms are fading
Some people say, I've become ?
And don't run away, you can get the rest of it
Don't [?]
And let me get some [rest?]
Give me love, give me your thunder
Show me [ride?], leave me a little wonder
All the way, oh, I keep messing up
All the way, oh, I keep messing it up