PETROSEXUAL

To the author of this- thank you and sorry, I couldn't see a credit
given, I don't know your name but I love your work!!

PETROSEXUAL

No weapons babe, it's just a war for oil
And only oil and it was fought for you-
My darling blood-on-middle-eastern-soil
Toyota dreaming, four wheel ingénue

You're sass and bitch and you've got shopping itch
You want six tons of chrome and polished steel
Suburban wives, you're hot for gas. Think rich,
Think four wheel drive and souped up sex appeal

If noone drove these chromium turds but got
A fuel efficient car- know what they found?
With all the oil that's in iraq- guess what?
Yeah babe, that oil could all stay underground

And petrosexual wives in four wheel drives
Go whoopee shopping with iraqui lives