paroles de chanson Pull Up to the Bumper (Edit) - Grace Jones

Driving down those city streets,
Waiting to get down,
Wont you get your big machine,
Somewhere in this town?
Now in the parking lot garage,
Youll find the proper place,
Just follow all the written rules,
Youll fit into the space.
Pull up to my bumper baby,
In your long black limosine,
Pull up to my bumper baby,
And drive it in between.
Pull up, to it, dont drive, through it,
Back it, up twice, now that, fits nice.
Operate around the clock,
Why dont you come in?
Ive got lots of space for everyone,
Why dont you my friend?
(Lines are short),
Ill pick you up so wont you please come on,
Shiny sleek machine believe,
It Ive got to blow your horn.
Pull up to my bumper baby,
In your long black limosine,
Pull up to my bumper baby,
And drive it in between.
Pull up to it, dont drive through it,
Back it, up twice, now that fits nice,
Race it, straighten it, let me luricate,
Pull up to my bumper baby. (to end)