Lyrics:

Hang it up, sailor, your flagship, it burns
And it burns and it burns
And you took the straight road, you just missed the turn
You're out of gas, out of gas
Put on the red shoes, a white-knuckle ride
She's been denied, deep inside
And I've got a crack whore's dreams upon my tail
Sweet love for sale, love for sale

I just want to ride in your car
I just want to ride in your car

I've got a back-seat style to pay the rent
I'm on my knees, give me keys
And I've got a gun but the rent's already spent
I'm out of cash, out of cash
And I've got a crack whore's dreams upon my tail
Sweet love for sale, love for sale

I just want to ride in your car
I just want to ride in your car

She gets colder
She gets colder
She gets colder
She gets colder

I just want to ride in your car
I just want to ride in your car
I just want to ride in your car
I just want to ride in your car