In the Car - Barenaked Ladies

She fed me strawberries

And freezer burned icecream

I said Goodbye, I guess

She lifted up her dress

And so I must confess

We made out one more time before I left for good

She thought I’d come back

But I wouldn’t want to seem like other guys

A book-and-record love

We sat and read our books

Between those longing looks

Compounded by our fear

My tongue inside her ear

My tongue inside her

In the basement

Of her mother’s house

Where we once

Taped the first three sides of Sandinista!

for my car

We were looking for ourselves and found each other

In the car

It was rare than to do much more than

Simply mess around in the car

It was mostly mutual masturbation

Though we spoke, penetration I’d have to wait

For someone else to try it out

Once I had this dream

I slept with her mom

Unless I’ve got this wrong

A secret all along

Unless she hears this song

Unless she hears it On a tape inside her inside her car

With her new husband

And she turns to him and says I think that’s me In the car

We were looking for ourselves

But found each other

In the car

We grouped excuses

Not to be alone anymore

In the car

We were waiting for our lives

To start their endings

In the car

We were never making love

We were never making love

We were never making love

Just a note, Sandinista is the name of a three record

set released January 1981 by The Clash.