Think I might drive the whole ten miles

Around the perimeter of this small town

So I can cry out as loudly as

My heart is begging me to

Cry out at loudly as

My heart is begging me to

Whoa, whoa, yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh

Whoa, whoa, yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh

I've got my windows rolled down

And my screaming voice is so loud

Think I might walk at a city clip

Hit my heels in the dirt and clench my fists

So I can burn through the memory

Of being traded in for vanity

So I can burn through the memory

Of being traded in for vanity

Whoa, whoa, yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh

Whoa, whoa, yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh

I've got my windows rolled down

And my screaming voice is so loud

Oh yes, it's true, I like your secondhand sweatеr

But no, that does not mean I like you any better

Oh yes, it's true, I like your secondhand sweater

But no, that does not mean I like you any better

Whoa, whoa, yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh

Whoa, whoa, yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh

I've got my windows rolled down

And my screaming voice is so

Whoa, whoa, yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh