Red jacket girl, lover, midnight spree You tried and you tried but you couldn't hook your shoelace Know you got intention, difficult to see
Turning all the dials, makin' all the right moves You look so tacky in your chrome drip belt Your ready to rage and startin' to melt down
All left out and ready to go You feel like trash but you look so clean All of them angels jealous of you Anyplace, faster pace, overcome the low blow