[Drive-By 2001 Mix version]
Carrie had suggested we go for a ride
In her new two-door BMW coup
In the parking lot we slipped into her bucket seats
Carrie took over from there
At nearly 90 miles per hour
She zipped us up to that windy edge
Known to some as Mulholland, a sinuous road
Running the ridge of the Santa Monica Mountains
Where she then proceeded
To pump her vehicle in and out of turns
Sometimes droping down to 50 miles per hour
Only to immediately gun it back up to 90 again
Fast, slow
Fast, fast, slow
Sometimes were wide turns, sometimes a quick one
She preferred the tighter ones
The sharp controlled jerk swinging left to right
Before driving back to the right
Only so she could do it all over again
Until after enough speed and enough wind
And more distance then I'd been prepared to expect
Taking me to parts of the city
I rarely think of and never visit, I heard her say:
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me
Through my world
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna kick and slide
Through my world
Do you get the gist of the song now?
I can't remember the inane things
I started babbling about then
I knew it didn't really matter
She wasn't listening
She just yanked up on the emergency brake
Dropped her seat back
And told me to lie on top of her
On top of those leather pants of hers
Her hands immediately guiding mine
Over those soft, slightly oily folds
Positioning my fingers on the shiny metal tabs
Small and round like a tear
Then murmuring a murmur so inaudible
That even though I could feel her lips
Tremble against my ear, she seemed far far away
"Pinch it" she said, which I did lightly
Until she also said "pull it" which I also did
Gently parting the teeth one at a time
Down, under and beneath
The longest unzipping of my life
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me
Through my world
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna kick and slide
Through my world
Hey pretty, my pretty baby
Rock it through my world
Hey pretty, my pretty baby
Rock it through my world
We never even kissed
Or looked into each others' eyes
Our lips just trespassed on those inner labyrinths
Hidden deep within our ears
Filled them with the private music of wicked words
Hers in many languages
Mine in the off-color of my only tongue
Too bad dark languages rarely survive
Hey pretty, my pretty baby
Don't you wanna take a ride with me
Don't you wanna take a ride with me
My baby, my pretty baby
Rock it through my world
Do you get the gist of the song now?
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[Album version]
Well it's 3 a.m.
I'm out here driving again
Through the wicked winding streets of my world
I take a wrong turn, brake it
But I'm too far gone
I've got a siren on my tail
And that's not the fine I'm looking for
I see a stairway so I follow it down
Into the belly of a whale
Where my secrets echo all around
You know me now but to do better than that
You've got to follow me
Boy I'm trying to show you where I'm at
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me
Through my world
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna kick and slide with me
Through my world
Well I've got a mind full of wicked designs
I've got a non-stop hole in my head imagination
I can't forget I am a sole architect
I built the shadows here
I built the growl in the voice I fear
You know me now but to do better than that
You've got to follow me
Boy I'm triing to show you where I'm at
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me
Through my world
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna kick and slide with me
Through my world
Hey pretty
My pretty baby
Rock it through my world
Hey now
Can't you feel me longing
Hey now
Me
(You get the gist of the song now?)
Hey pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me
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