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Baby don't you drive around with Dr. Bernice.She's not a lady doctor at allShe's got hands like a manWith hair on the backShe'll crush you with her embrace.Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimesWe all need a kind place to liveThough the wind may whisper and howl at your doorWe all need the comfort of friendsBaby don't you drive around with Dr. BerniceThat ain't a real CadillacIt's a Delta 88 spray painted blackWith fake leather seats from Juarez (?)Though the wind may whisper and moan sometimesOn a hot desert night it is stillThough the world may whisper and howl at your doorYou're not obliged to let them all inBaby don't you ride in that faux CadillacIf you must please ride in the backIf you sing while you ride you'll be a siren tonightSpare this poor sailor's life from the rocksSongtexteThough the wind may whisper a melody nowWe can't find a tune of our ownThough the world may whisper and blow in your faceAnd tangle the hair on your head.On a hot desert night we can drive down the roadAnd the stars will spell out your nameOn a hot desert night with the windows down wideThe sirens will sing me their songAnd the ghosts of the sailors who died on the rocksFeel not a twinge of regretThough the wind may tangle the hair on your headYou sing like a siren to meOn a hot desert night the caravan stopsAt the oasis next to your heartThe soundtrack is played by some aged British queenOn BBC Radio OneThough the wind my whisper an epic sometimesthe cast must include Karen BlackThough the symphony strings shifts with the sandYou sing like a siren to meYou sing like a siren to meYou sing like a siren to me.. Aus Songtexte Mania