Letras: Dover. The Flame. Afterhours.

Oh Man! I wish you were gone
You want a ride?
Sorry to tell you (but) you need
A car

Oh Man! You gotta be wrong
I need a fight
I don?t believe you
He?s not that bad

And I said
So long my ass! It?s all your fault
You have to bring me back her love
Don?t need no luck only your guts
Don?t bother telling me to stop

Oh Man! I wish you got lost
Do you see that light?
Sorry to tell you
It means hit the gas

Oh Man! You gotta be wrong
Are those your pants?
I can?t believe it?s one of those
Nights !!