Riding In Cars With The Cars

The CarsRemember when we’d

Be driving in your car

And The Cars

Would come on the radio?

I’d serenade you,

My voice so horrible,

But filled with love.

You’d snap off the radio

And tell me to settle down.

I bet that when you

Go driving now

You wish I was there

Next to you

Interlocking fingers

And singing like a dork.

love songs“Uh oh, it’s magic

When I’m with you…”

You can never turn off

The radio of memories

Of me in your heart…

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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8 Responses to Riding In Cars With The Cars

  1. Aussa Lorens says:

    Ah, nothing quite like that vulnerable moment in a relationship where you finally subject them to your singing-in-the-car voice. It is most certainly a thing to be missed.

  2. Horrible voice filled with love wins every time dadblameit! The professor falls for it all the time.

  3. 1wanderingtruthseeker says:

    It’s bad when our memory song is playind. On the oldies station. A beautiful wistful memory.

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