Sure thing, here are the words:
You know I don't mind that you don't give back some times. Cold morning starts are rough when I don't choke you right.
Turn you on, start you up. Every morning you and me get too loud for this street. We wake the neighbors up.
You are my summer love, you keep me out in the sun. I buy you things you need to keep you out on the run.
But you don't notice when you push me around. And your fickle mood swings are dragging me down.
You cost me so much time and all my money's run out. I stick around, I just love the sound.
