Sat Nav Baby
Patrick Cannell © 2012
You'll be my sat nav baby
And let me tell you why, 'cause I'm a sat nav guy.
I need a sat nav cutie,
With a seductive voice to take away my choice.
You'll be my sat nav mamma
And you will rule me like a mistress up the M15.
I'll be your sat nav slave boy,
Just tell me how it goes, 'cause you're the one who knows.
You'll be my sat nav idol
And I will worship you by turning right at 80 yards.
I'll be your best disciple,
For lost is he who listens but disregards.
You'll be my sat nav lover,
I'd like to hear your voice inside a white Rolls Royce.
Although I cannot see you,
I bet your lips are red just like the lights ahead.
You'll be my sat nav mamma
And you will rule me like a mistress up the M15.
I'll be your sat nav slave boy,
Just tell me how it goes, 'cause you're the one who knows.
You'll be my sat nav idol
And I will worship you by turning right at 80 yards.
I'll be your best disciple,
For lost is he who listens but disregards.