Late at night in summer heat. Expensive car, empty street
There's a wire in my jacket. This is my trade
It only takes a moment, don't be afraid
I can hotwire an ignition like some kind of star
I'm just a poor boy in a rich man's car
So I whisper to the engine, flick on the lights
And we drive into the night
Oh the smell of the leather always excited my imagination
And I picture myself in this different situation
I'm a company director, two kids and a wife
I get the feeling that there's more to this one's life
There's some kind of complication, he tells her he's alone
Spends the night with his lover, there's a trace of her cologne
And the words of his mistress, as she whispers them so near
worked
words
trace
tonight
whispers
summer
stolen
start
spends
smell
hotwire
tells
company
nothing
situation
green
flick
expensive
imagination
dancing
myself
ignition
picks
whisper
engine
empty
drive
remembers
complication
takes
prisoner
always
suspicion
night
trade
alone
jacket
private
could
lover
afraid
traffic
director
imagine
leather
feeling
cologne
lights
please
lingering
mistress
moment
phone
drives
light
picture
school
different
promised
quiet
street
excited
ringing
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