Lyrics of My guy

I've got a hot rod build for speed
I love you
Turbo gasket bicarb wheels
My darling

A tank top crew, my own pool cue
I love you
When my parole comes up in june
We'll road trip darling

You don't owe me a thing
You don't owe me a thing
You don't own me

I've been to new york city twice
Been to oklahoma too
I could tell you some great, ohh, my
My guy

I'm gonna paint her stop light green
I love you
You can be my pit stop queen
My darling

I'll take you to the next state fair
I love you
They've got fancy hair clips there
For angels like you

You don't owe me a thing
You don't owe me a thing
You don't own me

I've been to new york city twice
Been to oklahoma too
I could tell you some great, ohh, my
My guy