Traffic

I'd rather run through freeways and dodge through cars
Than have you runnin' your mouth all the way to Mars.
I'm a little exausted from bringing you back,
Because I know any second that you'll be right back.
Where you used to be, leaving me in hell;
Better yet, maybe a one star hotel.
Just calm down.
Baby, baby, don't yell;
I've got to watch out for traffic.
You've got me running around, working out,
Thinking hard, without a doubt, you're driving me crazy.
I don't know, miss lady, if I can append.
All that I do for you,
All that you do for me
Is obviously something that only my eyes can...
I'd rather run through freeways and dodge through cars
Than have you runnin' your mouth all the way to Mars.
I'm a little exausted from bringing you back
Because I know any second that you'll be right back.
Where you used to be, leaving me in hell;
Better yet, maybe a one star hotel.
Just calm down.
Baby, baby, don't yell;
I've got to watch out for traffic.
You're so contageous, you're so outrageous,
You sure have a way to keep me coming back to you.
All that I do for you,
All that you do for me,
Is obviously something.
I'd rather run through freeways and dodge through cars
Than have you runnin' your mouth all the way to Mars.
I'm a little exausted from bringing you back
Because I know any second that you'll be right back.
Where you used to be, leaving me in hell;
Better yet, maybe a one star hotel.
Just calm down.
Baby, baby, don't yell;
I've got to watch out for traffic.