Thomas Dolby - The Key To Her Ferrari lyrics

There was one room in her house that was always kept locked. It was the garage. I don't want your love 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 just 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...! 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...OH! My hand slipped inside the belt of my trousers As we pa**ed eighty, ninety miles an hour... And as we hit the magic hundred, I... Yes, my love exploded all over her bright pink leather interior... And at that moment, I thought of my mother. Don't need no d** Don't need no liquor Said all I want is the key to your Ferrari Your ruby lips - pa! your perfect figure - eech! 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 - Rip 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 Oh, I just want the key to your Ferrari! ('Cause aliens ate my Buick.)