Gasoline - The Dead Weather

To be afraid is a luxury

So cool your engines for me

I don’t want a sweetheart

I want a machine

I love you the most, I do

When you’re so close to me

I can smell the gasoline

To be soft is too easy, huh

Don’t get soft on me

I don’t want a sweetheart, sweetheart

I want a machine

What you whispered should be screamed

Screamed at the top of your lungs

Any sense you had in the morning

Is gone when the day is done