Sunday through Friday, clocking in
It's getting tiring, it wears me thin
Their melodies bore me, this ain't the party
'Cause I wanna dance, they just wanna talk money

They only talk, talk, talk
I just listen, mind my business
Baby, can we go for a ride?

I've got a car we could drive
You could bend the seat over
We'll be gone every night
I can call you my lover
Darling, this is heaven
Our little getaway