We're going on a car chase tonight. You can't get away from me, I know your tail lights. Get off the beltway and I'll chase you down to the warehouse district on the edge of town. It's a car chase.
Ninety-five in a twenty-five the wrong way on a one-way street. Your tailpipe is dragging, I got broken glass on my backseat. You swing around the corner, I hear your squealing tires. I lean out and take a shot, now your engine's on fire. It's a car chase.
Suddenly you pull a 180 in the alleyway. You're heading straight at me, I know I can't get away. How is it, baby, that we've come to this? Two victims of a high-speed, four-tons-of-steel last kiss? It's a car chase.