Lots of parking lots around there, human and otherwise.
- Mark Otis
LYRICS:
In your black top you look so fab
I see much more than a piece of slab
I am running hot, and all I got to say
Is my
Tires won’t mark, my oil won’t leak
My alarm won’t barely make no squeak
I just need a place to while an hour away
Sweet little parking lot
How many cars you got?
Is there space in your heart
Enough for me?
Tho I am no compact
I know you never judge my love
By the size of hatchback
You are gussied up so newly fangled
Stripes all delicately angled
Will my bumper get mangled if I try to stay?
I love your one way traffic flow
Or is it two ways that you go?
Will you give me the boot or tow my heart away?
Sweet little parking lot
How many cars you got?
Is there space in your heart
Enough for me?
I cannot brake the fact
that I am not above the tug
That is pulling me back
Right back to you
I see you by the supermarket
I’m all alone, please let me park it"
Music and Lyrics Copyright 2009 Mark Allen Johnson
1 comment:
It's about time, after all of the loving odes to every type of car over the years, that someone gives some amore to the place where you park your ride.
After all, without them, in the words of David Byrne, there'd be nothing but flowers... :)
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