self-serve baby

I know a girl who’s really neat
She let’s me ride in the passenger seat
It’s my car, but I don’t mind
When I’m with her I lose my spine

Fast we go around the bend
If I’m good I can be her friend
She’s assertive and quite a lady
But more than that she’s my self-serve baby

She lets me cook dinner, do the dishes too
Mop the floor and tie her shoe
I’m so lucky to dust the shelf
While my baby serves herself

She’s got no rear-views to distract her vision
She doesn’t want to see over who she’s driven
I ask if she loves me and she says “maybe”
What more could I expect from my self-serve baby?

Words by: Brett Dixon

Music by: Andrew Thomas

1993