Verse 1: He was workin’ late at the auto shop, Wipin’ grease on his old tank top. When she pulled in with that wicked grin, Said, “Honey, my Jeep needs fixin’ again.” Pre-Chorus: She said, “It’s been makin’ a rattlin’ sound, Might need a good look all around…” He smirked and wiped his hands real slow, Said, “Why don’t you pull it in for a go?” Chorus: She said, “Ooh, boy, you got the magic touch, Every time I come ‘round, you rev me up.” He said, “Lady, I know just what you need, A little fine-tunin’ in your backseat.” Verse 2: She slid on in, leather warm from the sun, He shut the door, said, “Let’s have some fun.” Turned the radio up, engine purring low, He said, “I’ll make sure you’re good to go.” Pre-Chorus: Checked the shocks, checked the tires, Hands running smooth like electric wires. She leaned in close, whispering real sweet, “You always leave me running on high heat.” Chorus: She said, “Ooh, boy, you got the magic touch, Every time I come around, you rev me up.” He said, “Lady, I know just what you need, A little fine tuning’ in your backseat.” Bridge: A little oil, a little sweat, A tune up session she won’t forget. She drives away with a brand new spark, But she'll be back when it gets past dark. Outro: Now every Friday, just past five, That Jeep rolls in, feelin’ alive. He just smiles, knows what’s next, A little backseat service, keeps her impressed.
