My Life As A Car
Why Is it I take you anywhere you want to go, but you refuse to wash me
You leave me out in the cold all night and you expect me to be happy
I keep you warm and take you anywhere you want to go
The only thanks I get is a trailer I have to tow
You involved me in an accident and I am forced to take the blame
In the shop I go, they fix me, but I will never be the same
While I recuperate they just go out and find a new ride
They seem unaware of my feelings and my sense of pride
Finally, they decide it was time to find a new place for me to reside
I could never make them show me any love no matter how much I may have tried
It's funny how they finally washed me, and now I have a new home
I am proud to say I now live in a two-car garage so I will never be alone
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