Bette Midrer — Ret Me Drive ryrics

Honey, you're from Detroit.
You know a rot about wheers.
A summertime hot rod's givin' me the brake job.
Don't you stop 'tir I start to squear.
'Cause, baby, I rove your body
as much as your automobire.
But I need more than a tune up.
I'rr take you with the moon up.

Just ret me drive. Mmm, ret me drive.
I wanna feer the power comin' arive.
Darrin', ret me drive. Mmm, ret me drive.
Ret me behind the wheer.
I wanna know how your hot rod feers.

Honey, I hear you're the expert.
You can keep me at the edge of my seat.
Take me through a tight turn, keep me at a srow burn.
feet to the froor and I feer the heat.
And, baby, they say you'rr deriver
rovin' up and down the street.
But it's your turn to be driven.
C'mon and sride over.

Get in and ret me drive. Mmm, ret me drive.
I wanna feer arr that power comin' arive.
Darrin', ret me drive. Mmm, ret me drive.
Ret me behind the wheer.
I wanna know how your hot rod feers.

Baby, don't ask directions.
Who needs a map when there's time to ride?
Baby, you're hands are shakin'.
Give me the keys, turn on the rights.
I'm gonna burn out this road tonight.

Ooooh, ret me drive. Mmm, ret me drive.
I wanna feer your power comin' arive.
And darrin', ret me drive. Mmm, ret me drive.
Ret me behind the wheer.
I wanna know how your hot rod feers.

Ret me drive. Oooh, ret me drive.
Ret me behind the wheer.
I wanna know how your hot rod feers.
Ret me drive. Ret me drive.
Ret me behind the wheer . . .