You may think I'm fooling For the foolish things I do You may wonder how come I love you When you get on my nerves like you do
Well baby, you know you bug me There ain't no secret about that Well, come on over here and hug me And, baby, I'll spill the facts
Well, honey it ain't your money 'Cause I got plenty of that
I love you for your pink Cadillac Crushed velvet seats Riding in the back, oozing down the street Waving to the girls, peeling out of sight Spending all my money on a Saturday night Honey, I just wonder what you do There in the back of your pink Cadillac Pink Cadillac
Well, now way back in the Bible Temptations always come along There's always somebody tempting you Somebody into doing something they know is wrong
Well, they tempt you, man, with silver And they tempt you, sir, with gold And they tempt you with the pleasures That flesh does surely hold
They say Eve tempted Adam with an apple Man, I ain't going for that
I know it was her pink Cadillac Crushed velvet seats Riding in the back, oozing down the street Waving to the girls, peeling out of sight Spending all my money on a Saturday night Honey, I just wonder what you're doing In the back of your pink Cadillac Pink Cadillac
Now, now, now, some folks say it's too big And uses too much gas Some folks say that it's too old And that it just goes too fast
Ho, but love is bigger than a Honda (Honda) And it's bigger than a Subaru (that, too) Hey man there's only one thing And one car that will do
Anyway we don't have to drive it Honey, we can park it out in back And have a party in your pink Cadillac
Crushed velvet seats Riding in the back, oozing down the street Waving to the girls, peeling out of sight Spending all my money on a Saturday night Honey, I just wonder what you do there In the back of your pink Cadillac You know the one I mean, Le CarTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
