So we were cruising on down the stripAfter some stripping 
of our own
She said could you stop right here for a second, baby?
I need to use the phone.
I slowed down and steered to the right
I felt tired, twas well past nightfall
When I leaned back, she grabbed my receiver, baby

What happened to that call?
She said come on, you know what I meant.
I wanted to borrow your tool.
I said sorry, but I'm out of gas.
I need some time to refuel.
Her plan had sprung a flat,
So I sat and thought for a while
Then I slipped my hand into the glovebox, baby
That certainly gave her a smile