Pit Stop (Take Me Home)

I was driving
In my car
Late at night
All alone
Then he stopped me
Asked me for a ride
There you were
On your own
Now ask me why do i feel my heart’s on fire ask me
Why do i feel this strange desire
Ask me why do i feel like i’m falling, falling
Take me home
What a wonderful way to go
Take me home
What a wonderful way to go
Licking your greasy spoon
Jukebox playing my tune
Making out in your room
Blowing up your balloon
Playing you like a bassoon
But if i only knew
Where we were driving to
I wouldn’t have let you fill my tank
I pulled in
To your truck stop and i’m
Sleeping on the asphalt eighteen
Wheelin' and siphon gas
And i’m feeling you’re my big 10−4
Now ask me why do i feel my heart’s on fire ask me
Why do i feel this strange desire ask me
Why do i feel like i’m falling, falling
Take me home
What a wonderful way to go
Take me home
What a wonderful way to go
Take me home
What a wonderful way to go
Take me home
What a wonderful way to go
Take me home
What a wonderful way to go
Take me home
What a wonderful way to go