I don't have a Mustang
or a '67 Impala
I've got a sweet little thing
That sings while I'm in the shower
I've got four-door sedan
And a five-year plan

I'm a good kid with nothing to lose
I want my cigarettes and *****
I'm not stuck on the past
Or going too fast
You made an impression
Now an omission
I'm not trying to be
I'm just trying to see