I threw you out of the truck
Couldn't sit still while you sucked
(...up to me) and
Tried to "borrow" my money
It was the noise at the bottom
Of a coke you've run out of
And finally decided
That a trip with a stripper wouldn't find me love
Chorus:
It starts and ends with
A road trip
My road trip
Three quarters to Vegas
Maybe get some change back
And if those were real, honey
Then so was your ass (hah-hah!)
I'm sure you can rent yourself
Out on a corner
Cause beer-bellied truckers
Always need a bedwarmer
So don't fake the tears
That she cried for real
Just yesterday
(Seems so far away)
Chorus:
It starts and ends with
A road trip
My road trip
Cause I want a woman
(I want a lady)
Who sips her drink daintily
(I want a lady)
Not a fucking road-trip stripper
Like you
Like you