Songtext von Queen Of The Gas Station

Give me coffee, king-sized cup Come on kitty cat, fill her up What's your name, little buttercup? That's for me to know and you to make up Love casinos, Indian reservations But, baby, if you love me, take me to the gas station Gas station Look at you smoking in them neon lights Under the thunder, yo, you like so nice Made me wonder how you spend them nights Me, I spend them looking for men I like Like you Like you Like you Like you Love casinos, Indian reservations But, baby, if you love me, take me to the gas station Take me to the gas station Give me coffee, Utah love I'm the kinda girl you dream of And I'm trying to tell you what I dream of And that's gas stations With slurpee machines and organs playing Preferably, with smoking inside If you can swing it (swing it, swing it, swing it) And I'd be real pleased if we could find one just like it Again Again Again Again Again Again Again, again, again, again, again Love casinos, Indian reservations But, baby, if you love me, take me to the gas station Gas station Gas station Gas station Gas station Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah