Don't give me a diamond ring 'cause that's not what I need
Just give me some gasoline and you fill up my dreams
When I think I'm running out, my whole inside goes out
So don't talk of precious gems, just give me liquid gold
Caviar is not my style and champagne's not my game
But I've had the taste of oil and it's flowing through my veins
What good is a silver ounce when you don't have the gas?
Let me have enough to go and our love...