Dima BilanLyrics
Touch down, ready to blow away. A hundred miles an hour. Are you ready to fly with me. All you gotta do is sit back, be the passenger. I run out of tires, you go smell the smoke afterwords. I'll be coming. Keep it running. Don't turn the hovian jam. Work the peddles. To the medal. You got the whole crowds in sham. I wanna drive you crazy. Lets go at it. Girl you can be my lady. Automatic. I can't wait to switch into gear. Gonna be crazy in here. Automatic lady. Automatic lady. Automatic. Do-Do-Do-Do you see the diva, the pleasure's mine. You got that Formula 1 shot to the finish line. You can rub the wheel. Girl if you're feeling dangerous. Help me switch the lane. So insane when we're changing none. I'll be coming. Keep it running. Don't turn the hovian jam. (Don't turn it on). (Don't turn it on). Work the peddles. To the medal. You got the whole crowds in sham. I wanna drive you crazy. Lets go at it. Girl you can be my lady. Automatic. I can't wait to switch into gear. Gonna be crazy in here. Automatic lady. Automatic lady. Automatic. (Finish Line). (Finish Line). I wanna drive you crazy. Lets go at it. Girl you can be my lady. Automatic. I can't wait to switch into gear. Gonna be crazy in here. Automatic lady. I wanna drive you crazy. Lets go at it. Girl you can be my lady. Automatic. I can't wait to switch into gear. Gonna be crazy in here. Automatic lady. Automatic lady. Automatic. (Automatic). (Automatic). (Automatic-matic-matic). (Automatic-matic-matic). (Automatic-matic-matic). (Automatic-matic-matic). (Automatic). (Automatic)