I Make Love to Every Woman on the Freeway

I see her singing to the radio
In the little blue bugs and the mighty big-rigs
Sometimes she's talking to her boss on the phone
"I'm going to be late, I've got something important to do."

Sometimes she's moving fast, sometimes at a crawl
And her hair is different from car to car
And I think of all the things that I will do for her
To make her life a little better, to make her feel calm

I make love, I make love
I make love with every woman on the freeway

I ease the tension of a sleepless night
A hard day at the office or spousal strife
Sometimes she sighs and closes her eyes
Sometimes she makes me go just a little bit faster

I make love, I make love
I make love with every woman on the freeway