Wetsuit

He says he likes his girls like he likes his cars
“Go fast! Go fast!”
She says she wants the world but she’s stuck on Mars and she won’t pass, won’t pass
Pull up a chair and sit him down
Open her eyes cuz she’s coming down
He says he likes his girls like he likes his cars
“Go fast! Go fast!”

Won’t stop for nothing
Cuz he’s always chasing something
Always wrapped up in the middle
Of playing a girl like she’s a fiddle
They say he walks like James Dean
But, honey, what does that mean?
Is it cuz he’s losing his control
And bound to risk it all?

He says he likes his girls like he likes his cars
“Go fast! Go fast!”
She says she wants the world but she’s stuck on Mars and she won’t pass, won’t pass
Pull up a chair and sit him down
Open her eyes cuz she’s coming down
He says he likes his girls like he likes his cars
“Go fast! Go fast!”
(She says she wants the world but she’s stuck on Mars and she won’t pass, won’t pass)

Baby’s got dreams
On Vogue magazine
My eyes on blue strips
Got hers on beams

She wants her heart to find a home
Without a framing of her own
Watch her throw it all away
For another place to stay

He says he likes his girls like he likes his cars
“Go fast! Go fast!”
She says she wants the world but she’s stuck on Mars and she won’t pass, won’t pass
Pull up a chair and sit him down
Open her eyes cuz she’s coming down
He says he likes his girls like he likes his cars
“Go fast! Go fast!”
(She says she wants the world but she’s stuck on Mars and she won’t pass, won’t pass)