Ninety mi-les an hour girl is the speed I drive You tell me it's al-right, you don't mind a little pain You're just like (Crosstown traffic) so hard to get through to you (Crosstown traffic) I don't need to run over you (Crosstown traffic) all you do is slow me down and I'm trying to get to the other side of town I'm not the only soul who's accused of hit and run Tyre tracks all across your back I can (heh) I can see you had your fun But ah, darlin' can't you see my signals turn from green to red and with you I see a traffic jam straight up ahead