works this way
bamford, gord
i'm a dusty old pickup truck
drinking cold beer in a neon bar
she's a ragtop lexus all shined up
sipping red wine on a boulevard
you couldn't be more different
we're on both sides of the fence
it don't have to make sense
why why would we ever want
i'm spinning round on a riverside
in the sunshine on a sunday
she's a gospel song in a baptist church
with stained glass on her angel face
yeah we couldn't be more different
we talk to god in our own ways
i'm a little more backroad center
she's a little more front row saint
why why would we ever want
why why would we ever want