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• Artiste: Rebekka Bakken
• Titre: Driving
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I like driving
 Darling I like driving 

I left my shoe in a closet somewhere
 You wonder how I'll walk from here
 But there's a way 
 I got to your hood 
In the first place 

I left my head in a willow tree
 Outside the house you were showing me
 That night we met 
I remember your face
 And the strange taste

 You left in my dreams 
Where my mind had been 
Making excuses 
For what it’d seen 
But madam X 
Didn't leave out the next
 Sight she saw
 It was a closed door

 So I picked up my purse 
And the one shoe I had
 The rest of the pride
 The bank said I had
 I picked up the pain 
And carried some stains
 God it hurt to be barefoot 

Darling 
I like driving 
Darling I like driving
 With the naked boys 

But I'd be down on the floor 
Wouldn't laugh no more
 I wouldn't think a thought 
I wouldn't be the cause 
Of any ones call 
To wipe the floor
 For my coming 

You made a choice 
Well I still got a voice 
I do love leaves and the naked boys 
I gotta find me a man 
With a heart like a van
 Cause I like driving

 Darling I like driving
 With the naked boys 
Gonna find me a man with a heart like a van

 But I'd be down on the floor
 Wouldn't laugh no more
 I wouldn't think a thought 
I wouldn't be the cause 
Of any ones call 
To wipe the floor
 For my coming

 Gonna find me a man with a heart like a van 
Cause I like driving