Tyre Tracks and Broken Hearts Bonnie Tyler

I want a fine perfume
A powdered blue Corvette
If there's a slower death than living here and now
They haven't found it yet

I need a man who knows what I am really like
And I don't give a damn about a life after death
But I've gotta get some proof
That there's a life after birth

Tyre tracks and broken hearts
That's all we're leaving behind
It doesn't matter what we lose
It only matters what we're going to find

Tyre tracks and broken hearts
Let's get away from the past
So many ways to stay hungry, baby
So many ways to go fast

I need a push up bra
I need some satin sheets
Give me some real rich food
I want some succulent sweets

I want you by my side, you'll be all my own
And I know what I want, at the time that I know
That I don't wanna spend another minute alone