| Song | Driving |
| Artist | Rebekka Bakken |
| Album | September |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I like driving | |
| Darling I like driving | |
| I left my shoe in a closet somewhere | |
| You wonder how I'll walk from here | |
| But there's a way | |
| I got to your hood | |
| In the first place | |
| I left my head in a willow tree | |
| Outside the house you were showing me | |
| That night we met | |
| I remember your face | |
| And the strange taste | |
| You left in my dreams | |
| Where my mind had been | |
| Making excuses | |
| For what it’d seen | |
| But madam X | |
| Didn't leave out the next | |
| Sight she saw | |
| It was a closed door | |
| So I picked up my purse | |
| And the one shoe I had | |
| The rest of the pride | |
| The bank said I had | |
| I picked up the pain | |
| And carried some stains | |
| God it hurt to be barefoot | |
| Darling | |
| I like driving | |
| Darling I like driving | |
| With the naked boys | |
| But I'd be down on the floor | |
| Wouldn't laugh no more | |
| I wouldn't think a thought | |
| I wouldn't be the cause | |
| Of any ones call | |
| To wipe the floor | |
| For my coming | |
| You made a choice | |
| Well I still got a voice | |
| I do love leaves and the naked boys | |
| I gotta find me a man | |
| With a heart like a van | |
| Cause I like driving | |
| Darling I like driving | |
| With the naked boys | |
| Gonna find me a man with a heart like a van | |
| But I'd be down on the floor | |
| Wouldn't laugh no more | |
| I wouldn't think a thought | |
| I wouldn't be the cause | |
| Of any ones call | |
| To wipe the floor | |
| For my coming | |
| Gonna find me a man with a heart like a van | |
| Cause I like driving |
| I like driving | |
| Darling I like driving | |
| I left my shoe in a closet somewhere | |
| You wonder how I' ll walk from here | |
| But there' s a way | |
| I got to your hood | |
| In the first place | |
| I left my head in a willow tree | |
| Outside the house you were showing me | |
| That night we met | |
| I remember your face | |
| And the strange taste | |
| You left in my dreams | |
| Where my mind had been | |
| Making excuses | |
| For what it' d seen | |
| But madam X | |
| Didn' t leave out the next | |
| Sight she saw | |
| It was a closed door | |
| So I picked up my purse | |
| And the one shoe I had | |
| The rest of the pride | |
| The bank said I had | |
| I picked up the pain | |
| And carried some stains | |
| God it hurt to be barefoot | |
| Darling | |
| I like driving | |
| Darling I like driving | |
| With the naked boys | |
| But I' d be down on the floor | |
| Wouldn' t laugh no more | |
| I wouldn' t think a thought | |
| I wouldn' t be the cause | |
| Of any ones call | |
| To wipe the floor | |
| For my coming | |
| You made a choice | |
| Well I still got a voice | |
| I do love leaves and the naked boys | |
| I gotta find me a man | |
| With a heart like a van | |
| Cause I like driving | |
| Darling I like driving | |
| With the naked boys | |
| Gonna find me a man with a heart like a van | |
| But I' d be down on the floor | |
| Wouldn' t laugh no more | |
| I wouldn' t think a thought | |
| I wouldn' t be the cause | |
| Of any ones call | |
| To wipe the floor | |
| For my coming | |
| Gonna find me a man with a heart like a van | |
| Cause I like driving |
| I like driving | |
| Darling I like driving | |
| I left my shoe in a closet somewhere | |
| You wonder how I' ll walk from here | |
| But there' s a way | |
| I got to your hood | |
| In the first place | |
| I left my head in a willow tree | |
| Outside the house you were showing me | |
| That night we met | |
| I remember your face | |
| And the strange taste | |
| You left in my dreams | |
| Where my mind had been | |
| Making excuses | |
| For what it' d seen | |
| But madam X | |
| Didn' t leave out the next | |
| Sight she saw | |
| It was a closed door | |
| So I picked up my purse | |
| And the one shoe I had | |
| The rest of the pride | |
| The bank said I had | |
| I picked up the pain | |
| And carried some stains | |
| God it hurt to be barefoot | |
| Darling | |
| I like driving | |
| Darling I like driving | |
| With the naked boys | |
| But I' d be down on the floor | |
| Wouldn' t laugh no more | |
| I wouldn' t think a thought | |
| I wouldn' t be the cause | |
| Of any ones call | |
| To wipe the floor | |
| For my coming | |
| You made a choice | |
| Well I still got a voice | |
| I do love leaves and the naked boys | |
| I gotta find me a man | |
| With a heart like a van | |
| Cause I like driving | |
| Darling I like driving | |
| With the naked boys | |
| Gonna find me a man with a heart like a van | |
| But I' d be down on the floor | |
| Wouldn' t laugh no more | |
| I wouldn' t think a thought | |
| I wouldn' t be the cause | |
| Of any ones call | |
| To wipe the floor | |
| For my coming | |
| Gonna find me a man with a heart like a van | |
| Cause I like driving |