Letra de Engine Trouble

She was born in the early morning
Backseat of that oldsmobile
Mother was a stunner
Father forgot about her
It’s probably for the better
She seldom pulls her punches
Instead she throws most of em
She’ll steal your keys
And drive you home but leave you sleeping all alone
I wish she would
Love me like I know she could
She’s been running since she stole that motorcycle from her weird uncle (steve)
She’s got a ragged red rag in the backseat of her denim jeans
She got stains on her hands
Undeniably engine trouble
But what’s the fun in putting trust in anything reliable