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Late at the evening 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 some different situations
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
Start ringing in my ear
So here am I in a stolen car at a traffic light
They go form red to green and so I just drive into the night
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 some different situations
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
Start ringing in my ear
So here am I in a stolen car at a traffic light
They go form red to green and so I just drive into the night