Lyrics Ride Your Car - Maude

Ride Your Car

Most ladies dry up after fifteen and the end of the month
You don’t have a rich dad, but you have saved enough from your nine to six
Let me ride your car
Let me ride your car
Let me ride your car
Until he hits the fan
(Until he hits the fan)
We share the same poor sense of direction
Don’t ask me where to go
I don’t know
I don’t know
Just follow Dane’s car while I wonder
I wonder how you felt when I asked
When I asked
Let me ride your car
Let me ride your car
Let me ride your car
Until he hits the fan
Until he rains on our parade
I’m here, he’s in L.A.
You know you should’ve said no
But I’ll settle with a kiss if you let me kiss you
Otherwise let’s go on
Cruising with the windows down
Thanks for coming, oh I missed you
Let me ride your car
Let me ride your car
Let me ride your car
Until he hits the fan
Until he rains on our parade
Oh let me ride your car
Let me ride your car
Let me ride your car
Until he hits the fan
Until he rains on our parade
Oh, woah
Oh, oh