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Ive been driving around town
With my head spinning around
Everywhere I look, I see
A 96 Jeep Cherokee
Youre a bully and a clown
You made me cry and put me down
After all that Ive been through,
Youd think Id hate the sight of you
But with every jeep I see
My broken heart still skips a beat
I guess its just my stupid luck
That all of boston drives the same black fking truck
It could be him, or am I tripping
And Im crashing into everything, Im
Thinking about skipping town awhile
Until these cars go out of style
I tried to see it in reverse
It makes the situation hundreds of times worse
When I wonder if it makes you want to cry
Every time you see a light blue Volvo driving by,
So dont tell me if youre off to see the world
I know you wont get very far
Dont tell me if youve got another girl, baby, just
Tell me if you get another car
It could be him, or am I tripping
It could be him
The number of them is insane
Every exits an ex-boyfriend memory lane
Every major streets a minor heart attack
I see a red jeep and I want to paint it black!
It could be him, or am I tripping
And Im crashing into everything, I
Cant wait til you trade the d*mn thing in
By then, they will have put me in the loony bin,
It could be him, my heart is pounding
Its just no use, Im surrounded
But one day Ill steal your car and switch the gears
And drive that Cherokee straight up its Trail of Tears