Buy me coffees and a grand piano.
New York, London Town, Milano.
Don’t tell me where you want to get married.
We have to go, say goodbye to Gary.
Sit down on my leather seat.
Turn up the radio, and let’s be free.
Boy, tell me: can you feel the heat?
Other couples are trying to compete.
I’m driving fast, while I’m watching you singing.
I’m the one by your side — believe me.
It’s just me and you on the road.
It doesn’t matter the technology and money we can leave it away.
Bruce Springsteen is playing on the radio — this is our getaway.
Turn my car on.
Ride.
