My man
Your music'z rockin' out loud
Windowz down, wind blowz rough
Smoke reachin' every single cloud
Racing through tha streetz - together.
Beer in ya right hand
Ya seat pulled back
Drivin' like a real man
Y'arm around ma shoulder.
With all tha chickz wachtin' ya
I feel me a rich girl
Kizz ya at tha traffic lights
Proud, coz you're my man.
Droppin' me off at 3.45 am
Music'z stopped, voicez down
Ya lean over, givin' me a last kizz
Whisperin'"See ya later, babe"
Windowz down, wind blowz rough
Smoke reachin' every single cloud
Racing through tha streetz - together.
Beer in ya right hand
Ya seat pulled back
Drivin' like a real man
Y'arm around ma shoulder.
With all tha chickz wachtin' ya
I feel me a rich girl
Kizz ya at tha traffic lights
Proud, coz you're my man.
Droppin' me off at 3.45 am
Music'z stopped, voicez down
Ya lean over, givin' me a last kizz
Whisperin'"See ya later, babe"
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