You jump in front of my car when you,
You know all the time that
Ninty miles an hour, girl, is the speed I drive
You tell me its alright, you dont mind a little pain
You say you just want me to take you for a ride

Youre just like crosstown traffic
So hard to get through to you
Crosstown traffic
I dont need [bad word] over you
Crosstown traffic
All you do is slow me down
And Im tryin to get on the other side of town

Im not the only soul whos accused of hit [bad word] 
Tire tracks all across your back
I can see you had your fun
But darlin cant you see my signals turn from green to red
And with you I can see a traffic jam straight up ahead