She's trying to kill me
And the thought gives me fright
She throws me around
And straps me in tight
She always says bye
Sometimes with a kiss
Maybe she hopes
Inside that I'll miss
I take care to drive
Really safe and slow
But I find that the end
Is the one place I know
I'm not quite sure why
and I'm not quite sure how
But for some stupid reason
My car becomes a plow
And I drive this plow
Though I try hard to stop
But I always hit the wall
Hard enough to go pop
Once again I return
To her arms, secure
I hate that she does this
To her own crash-test driver
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