Lyrics
I know where you were last night
I saw you with your hands on her
Rubbin' her like you love her more than me
And I cannot believe
What's she got that I don't?
Know how you could pass up
A night with me to drive 'round homegirl
When I've got a body you can feel
Boy she's not even real
Don't lie to me 'cause
I don't understand it
Why you always with your freakin' car?
(Your freakin' car, freakin' car?)
I cannot believe it
You'd rather be with your freakin' car
(Your freakin' car, freakin' car)
You stayed home to repaint her
When I could use a hot wax, personal manicure
I need attention too
So you might have to choose
'Cause I can't take it
When I know that I'm more fine
And I got the interior love and it's genuine
My trunk is just as round
And I'll never break down
Babe, it's not fair that
I don't understand it
Why you always with your freakin' car?
(Your freakin' car, freakin' car?)
I cannot believe it
You'd rather be with your freakin' car
(Your freakin' car, freakin' car)
I don't understand it
Why you always with your freakin' car?
(Your freakin' car, freakin' car?)
I cannot believe it
You'd rather be with your freakin' car
(Your freakin' car, freakin' car)