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von Pablo Milanés

Now what will it take
I just can't seem to make a dent
Out on the freeway it's not very cool
Rush-hour traffic when it rules
A few minor misdemeanors
But never a real felony
Filling the scoreboard, race the clock
Bringing it close, then just running outta luck
You better not call me nuts
Cause I will find out where you live
And it's my prozack that doesn't work
In my brown chevy nova I'm the biggest jerk
There's nothing that gets me going
Like a geiser in an old wreck
Doing 10 in a 25 zone
So if you see me you can kiss yourself goodbye

One huge dent is all I ask
I know I could make it last
I try hard to be a psycho like my ol? man
One big dent to fill my needs
I'll cry, kick, beg and plead
It makes me feel real good about myself

Now where am I going wrong
I'm always trying my best but it leaves me on the dust
If you hear a muffler to the ground
You'll know I'm on your tail
There is no second best
This time you will be back with the rest

I wanna go for a ride
In my beat up chevy nova pride
I wanna go for a drive
Oen last attempt to make everything alright