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Showing posts with label rear view. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rear view. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 6, 2005

The girl in my rearview mirror

On my way to work this morning waiting for a red light to go green,
She pulled up behind me in something that looked like a dream.
All I can see in my rear-view mirror is her
Big blue eyes and her long brown hair.
The girl in the rear-view mirror doesn’t seem to care.
Waiting any longer would be a real shame because,
We’re starting to play the rear-view mirror eye game…

The girl in my rearview mirror is looking at me,
the girl in my rearview mirror is a real cutie.
She’s putting on her morning make up,
She’s talking on her cell phone.
The girl in my rear-view mirror is in her driving zone,
The girl in my rear-view mirror is driving all alone.

I’m pulling in for my coffee at Annie’s party store,
She’s pulling in at the gas station next door.
The girl in my rear-view mirror is filling up with high-octane
The girl in my rear-view mirror is right behind me,
That girl in my review mirror is making me weak in the knees.
She’s got a smile that keeps me looking,
When she flips her hair in that high beam reflection
She sends a strong radar wave in my direction…

The girl in my rear-view mirror is looking at me,
the girl in my rear-view mirror is a real cutie.
She’s putting on her morning make up,
She’s talking on her cell phone.
The girl in my rear-view mirror is in her driving zone,
The girl in my rear-view mirror is driving all alone.

Looking in my rearview mirror looks like she’s singing a tune,
The girl in my rear-view mirror is lip sinking to “Blue Moon”
That girl in my rear-view mirror is looking at me,
She’s all alone like a ship drifting at sea.
The girl in my rear-view mirror just passed me by
The girl in my rear-view mirror is going to make me cry.
She is a real cutie but seems like not a bit to shy
As she drove on by she gave me a wave,
My rear-view cutie mouthed the words “now behave”

The girl in my rear-view mirror is looking at me,
the girl in my rear-view mirror is a real cutie.
She’s putting on her morning make up,
She’s talking on her cell phone.
The girl in my rear-view mirror is in her driving zone,
The girl in my rear-view mirror is driving all alone.

The girl in my review mirror is now in front of me,
Now I’m the one who’s looking to see.
I must be to her what she is to me because,
I see her looking through her rear-view mirror at me.
I’ll give her a smile and a small little nod,
Man, I hope she doesn’t think I’m a clod!
The girl that was in my rear-view window is turning away
Those blue eyes are but a faint memory when,
Another car has pulled up behind me and…

The girl in my rear-view mirror is looking at me,
the girl in my rear-view mirror is a real cutie.