My Guy Lyrics

My Guy lyrics

I've got a hot rod build for speed

I love you

Turbo gasket bi-carb 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... Oh 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... Oh my

My guy