Engine Trouble

She was born in the early morning Backseat of that Oldsmobile But it wasn't a son, and her father forgot about her Probably for the better She seldom pulls the punches Instead, she throws more trouble Steal your keys, drive you home Leave you sleeping all alone I wish she would love me like I know she could I wish she would love me like I know she could I wish she would love me like, well, I know she could She's been runnin' since she stole that motorcycle from her weird uncle She keeps a red, red rag in the backseat of her denim jeans She's got stains on her hair, undeniably engine trouble What's the fun in puttin' trust in anything reliable? I wish she would love me like I know she could I wish she would love me like I know she could I wish she would love me like, well, I know she could She was born in the early morning Backseat of that Oldsmobile But it wasn't a son, and her father forgot about her Probably for the better She seldom pulls the punches Instead, she throws more trouble Steal your keys, drive you home Leave you sleeping all alone I wish she would love me like I know she could I wish she would love me like I know she could I wish she would love me like, well, I know she could Oh, whoa Oh, whoa Oh, whoa Oh, whoa