Stax

you ride with the top downand all the boys starewith the scent of a magazineand your wind-blown hairand i coulda tried to get deeper insidebut i sat there aloneand i slowly got friedhope it's only pretendthat is only the endi've got piles of old picturesgot your clothes on my racksyou can keep most of the recordsleave me the Mowtown and the Staxleave me the Mowtown and the Staxi broke down in Grimsbyand i missed you so badi felt like a fifth wheeli smile when i'm sadand all of the whiskey in the world couldn't stopmy heart from beatingi was spun like a tophope it's only pretendthat is only the endi've got piles of old picturesgot your clothes on my racksyou can keep most of the recordsleave me the Mowtown and the Staxleave me the Mowtown and the Staxscrew these damn cell phonesgive me cancer in my headand this genetic chickenmakes me feel like i'm deadwe could argue for hoursand miles in the nightuntil i just pass outin the flourescent lighthope it's only pretendthat is only the endi've got piles of old picturesgot your clothes on my racksyou can keep most of the recordsleave me the Mowtown and the Staxleave me the Mowtown and the Staxi've got piles of old memoriesof you and me down by the tracksyou can keep most of the recordsleave me the Motown and the Staxleave me the Motown and the Stax