Forty-one seconds is a minute to you
You're a blur to me a little hard to tune
Rumour has it that you're quite the catch
With a warning sign saying fast fast fast
Woah
Baby you're a rush
Hear your burnout from down the street
Squealin' tires and slip stream heat
I don't know how I'll ever explain
My wallet burns and you're insane
Woah
Baby you're a rush
Woah
Baby you're a rush
I can't I can't I can't hold you back
Like a runaway train down a dead-end track
I'm not sure if I should hitch a ride
Woah
Baby you're a rush
Woah
Baby you're a rush