My Guy Lyrics - Cake Like

I've got a hot rod build for speed 

I love you 

Turbo gasket bicarb wheels 

My darling 

A tank top crew, my own pool cue 

I love you 

When my parole comes up in June 

We'll road trip darling 

You don't owe me a thing 

You don't owe me a thing 

You don't own me 

I've been to New York city twice 

Been to Oklahoma too 

I could tell you some great, ohh, my 

My guy 

I'm gonna paint her stop light green 

I love you 

You can be my pit stop queen 

My darling 

I'll take you to the next state fair 

I love you 

They've got fancy hair clips there 

For angels like you 

You don't owe me a thing 

You don't owe me a thing 

You don't own me 

I've been to New York city twice 

Been to Oklahoma too 

I could tell you some great, ohh, my 

My guy