I know a seat that did not squeak
Like Woodward Street in the D.E.T.(roit)
Woman feet up in his mind
Whilse he bumped and grind
I wonder what made her temperature rise
To a point where she would give up the behind
In a public place
I wonder what made her think that no one would see
Her common like the morning dew
Cheap like slip-and-slide tennis shoes
He had her tide up in a bind
Trying break her loose

A Bicycle rider young and full of dreams
Road pass the car and saw her b.o.o.t.y
His mind cashed in on the thrill ride
Told all his boys the deal
That car-know sin
Her reputation was done in
Another woman dealing with what he saw
Said I don’t do that at all
But he was full of what he saw
And held her down with the strength of his dog paws
And forced himself upon her life source
And called it sexual intercourse
But never got to cash in
Because COPS had him on film
Evidence that unfortunately was broadcasted
That made her a target of sick men
But she had her day in court
And even though infamous for the car-know sin
She was paid in full

The seed was passed to another fool
Who said he didn’t care if the whole world knew
He was getting his groove on
He would continue on his mission to stick and move
Targeted drunk youngies leaving parties
Took them for a ride and kicked them to the curb
If they did not give up the behind
But one just like the first one
Enjoyed her fake sexuality
Rewound the flick back to the beginning
And place her feet on his mind
Whilse a new kid on the block
Caught the same view as before
And set off on a mission to score
Because within him a natural sense grew
But the only thing he knew
Was that the “in” thing to do was that car-know sin