I Can’t Stand the Way You Drive

You know I really hate it, and I've asked you to change your style
But you run automatic, you think I don't see the miles
A T-shirt with a girl on to polish your bumper bar
Better with your mirrors, cut off the only car
I can't stand the way you drive

Your friends all think they're writers, they whack in [?]
Cover a McCarthy, they dabble in poetry
But I'm not in their driveways, they show me on out to work
Filling up their printers and [?]

I can't stand the way you drive
That's why you're on the passenger side
I can't stand the way you drive
Ooh ooh oo-ooh, ooh ooh oo-ooh
Ooh ooh oo-ooh, ooh ooh oo-ooh
Ooh ooh oo-ooh, ooh ooh oo-ooh
Ooh ooh oo-ooh, ooh ooh oo-ooh
Ooh

The dog goes through the windscreen, the lights had already changed
Ch-chop, they put on makeup, you're breakin' right through my face
You fuck like you're a duchem, you think it's your foreign ride
Ninety in a fifty to give all the girls a fright

I can't stand the way you drive
That's why you're on the passenger side
I can't stand the way you drive
Ooh ooh oo-ooh, ooh ooh oo-ooh
I can't stand the way you drive