Drifting past me
Sleek and elegant
A fashion statement
I want your BMW
That should be my ride
If I were you
Then maybe I might have it
Cruising along the avenue
I want your BMW
And if I do drive away
That means I’m somewhere else
Not who I seem to be
Filling some absent void
I want your BMW
There is an attraction
To something I cannot have
Seems it is more than the metal
That holds your wheels in line
I want your BMW
I want it to be mine
Thom Amundsen
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