Rebekka Bakken - Driving

I like driving
Darling I like driving

I left my shoe in a closet somewhere
You wonder how I'll walk from here
But there's a way
I got to your hood
In the first place

I left my head in a willow tree
Outside the house you were showing me
That night we met
I remember your face
And the strange taste

You left in my dreams
Where my mind had been
Making excuses
For what it'd seen
But madam X
Didn't leave out the next
Sight she saw
It was a closed door

So I picked up my purse
And the one shoe I had
The rest of the pride
The bank said I had
I picked up the pain
And carried some stains
God it hurt to be barefoot

Darling
I like driving
Darling I like driving
With the naked boys

But I'd be down on the floor
Wouldn't laugh no more
I wouldn't think a thought
I wouldn't be the cause
Of any ones call
To wipe the floor
For my coming

You made a choice
Well I still got a voice
I do love leaves and the naked boys
I gotta find me a man
With a heart like a van
Cause I like driving

Darling I like driving
With the naked boys
Gonna find me a man with a heart like a van

But I'd be down on the floor
Wouldn't laugh no more
I wouldn't think a thought
I wouldn't be the cause
Of any ones call
To wipe the floor
For my coming

Gonna find me a man with a heart like a van
Cause I like driving