She Loves My Car - Bobby Caldwell

Drive all night up and down the highway

May be a Monday but it feels like Friday

Pushing faster, pulling her close

It doesn’t matter to her where we go

She loves my car

It’s just a machine

She loves my car

I wish she loved me

The way she loves my car

All that chrome she loves to stare in

A rear-view mirror that she combs her hair in

The heat of the engine, the thrill of the ride

That’s all I need to keep her satisfied

She loves my car

It’s just a machine

She loves my car

I wish she loved me

The way she loves my car

Don’t stop keep on rollin'

Into the dark, we’ve gone too far

She’s got me driving blind

And I don’t mind