Manic Street Preachers - Under My Wheels lyrics

[Manic Street Preachers - Under My Wheels lyrics]

The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now anticipating fun
I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess you couldn't see, yeah, yeah
I got you under my wheels, honey
Why can't you let me be?

And when you call me on the telephone
And say "Take me to the show"
I said, "Honey, I just can't go
Baby, I can't leave my home"

The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels



The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now anticipating fun
I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess you could not see, yeah
I got you under my wheels, honey
Why can't you let me be?

The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now anticipating fun
I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess you could not see, yeah
I got you under my wheels, honey
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels

I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels

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