Jenny, we need to talk about the car
Be careful what you think, I can read your mind
And he knows that it's cold outside
But just because you have a car - that doesn't mean you've gotta give him a ride
And he knows
That she knows
It's a small car with no place to hide
It feels weird
Being here
Swilling drinks at the storm outside
Okay, you shade the sun, but you can't make it shine
And three's a magic number if you don't mind
And he knows that it's cold outside
But just because you've got a car it doesn't mean you've gotta give him a ride
And he knows
That she knows
It's a small car with no place to hide
It feels weird
Being here
Swilling drinks at the storm outside
It's just because you have a car, it's just because you have a car . . . . .
repeat, repeat, repeat