Lyrics:

From RavindraYou may think I'm foolingFor the foolish things I doYou may wonder how come I love youWhen you get on my nerves like you doWell baby, you know you bug meThere ain't no secret about thatWell come on over here and hug meAnd, baby, I'll spill the factsWell, honey it ain't your moneyCause baby I got plenty of thatI love you for your pink CadillacCrushed velvet seatsRiding in the back, oozing down the streetWaving to the girlsFeeling out of sightSpending all my money on a Saturday nightHoney, I just wonder what you do there in back of your pink CadillacPink CadillacWell now way back in the Bible, temptations always come alongThere's always somebody tempting youSomebody into doing something they know is wrongWell they tempt you man with silver and they tempt you sir with goldAnd they tempt you with the pleasures that the flesh does surely holdThey say Eve tempted Adam with an appleMan I ain't going for thatI know it was her pink CadillacCrushed velvet seatsRiding in the back, oozing down the streetWaving to the girlsFeeling out of sightSpending all my money on a Saturday nightHoney, I just wonder what you do there in back of your pink CadillacNow some folks say it's too big and uses too much gasSome folks say it's too old and that it goes too fastBut my love is bigger than a Honda, it's bigger than a SubaruHey man there's only one thing and one car that will doAnyway we don't have to drive it honey, we can park it out in backAnd have a party in your pink Cadillac