The Key To Her Ferrari

The Key To Her Ferrari - Thomas Dolby

There was one room in her house

That was always kept locked

It was the garage

I don＇t want your love

I don＇t want your money

I just want the key to your Ferrari

Don＇t want your bed

I don＇t want your body

I want the key to your Ferrari

I＇m gonna rip it - shine it

Rev it - scoot it - skid it -

Jam it - rev it - skip it - gun it

Up and down the 101

Don＇t want your love

Don＇t want your money girl

I said all I want

Is the key to your Ferrari

And then I saw her

She was a bright red

64 GTO with fins and

Gills like some giant piranha fish

Some obscene phallic symbol on Wheels

Little rivers of anticipation

Ran down my inseam as I

Kicked those five hundred italian horses

Into life and left

Reality behind me: fifty sixty

Seventy miles an hour

My hand

Slipped inside the belt

Of my trousers as we passed eighty

Ninety

Miles an hour

As we hit the magic 100

My love exploded

All over her bright pink

Leather interior

And at that moment

I thought of my mother

Don＇t need no ***

Don＇t need no liquor

All I want is the key to your Ferrari

You ruby lips - pa

Your perfect figure - ecch

I just want the key to your Ferrari

I＇m gonna rev it - jam it - scram it

Rip it - tear it - bare it

Ram it - repair it - scoot it

Up and down the 101

Don＇t want your love

Don＇t want your money girl

I said all I want

Is the key to your Ferrari

He＇s gonna rev it - scoot it

Skid it - rev it - skip it - gun it

Brake it - zoom it - vacuum it

Up and down the 101

Don＇t want your love

Don＇t want your money girl

I said all I want

Is the key to your Ferrari

I just want the key to your Ferrari

Cause aliens ate my buick