N.A.S.C.A.R

I was head over lead foot

Met a nab had my motor running

One kiss and I was hooked

I was crushing

I was racing past red flags

Lord knows my mama wasn’t

She said honey better pump the breaks

Let me tell you something

N.A.S.C.A.R man that boy’s like nascar

(N) no one in his shotgun seat

(A) all he’ll do is spin your tires

(S) shifting gears like twice a week

(C) crash and burn and make you cry

(A) after going round in circles

(R) racing towards a broken heart

N.A.S.C.A.R man that boy’s like nascar

She said, he’ll take you for a joy ride

Its all fun with the windows down

Well girl you better buckle up

He don’t give an F-1 about ya

(N) no one in his shotgun seat

(A) all he’ll do is spin your tires

(S) shifting gears like twice a week

(C) crash and burn and make you cry

(A) after going round in circles

(R) racing towards a broken heart

N.A.S.C.A.R man that boy’s like nascar