Thomas Dolby - Key To Her Farrari Lyrics
There was one room in her house that was always kept locked... It was the garage!I don't want your loveI don't want your moneyI just want the key to your FerrariDon't want your bedI don't want your bodyI want the key to your FerrariI'm gonna rip it - shine it - rev it - scoot it - skid it - jam it - rev it - skip it - gun itUp and down the 101Don't want your loveDon't want your money, girlI said all I want is the key to your FerrariAnd then I saw her... she was a bright red '64 GTO with fins andgills like some giant piranha fish, some obscene phallic symbol onwheels... little rivers of anticipation ran down my inseam as Ikicked those five hundred italian horses into life and leftreality behind me: fifty, sixty, seventy miles an hour... my handslipped inside the belt of my trousers as we passed eighty, ninetymiles an hour... my hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers andas we hit the magic 100 my love exploded all over her bright pinkleather interior... and at that moment, I thought of my mother...Don't need no drugsDon't need no liquorAll I want is the key to your FerrariYou ruby lips - pa!Your perfect figure - ecch!I just want the key to your FerrariI'm gonna rev it - jam it - scram it - rip it - tear it - bare it - ram it - repair it - scoot itUp and down the 101Don't want your loveDon't want your money, girlI said all I want is the key to your FerrariHe's gonna rev it - scoot it - skid it - rev it - skip it - gun it - brake it - zoom it - vacuum itUp and down the 101Don't want your loveDon't want your money, girlI said all I want is the key to your FerrariI just want the key to your Ferrari(cause aliens ate my buick
