Don't tell me if you get another girl
It's just no use, I'm surrounded
I guess it's just my stupid luck
And thinking about skipping town a while
You think I'd hate the sight of you
I see a red jeep and I want to paint it black
That all of Boston drives the same black, fucking truck
Every exit's an ex-boyfriend memory lane
Your '96 Jeep Cherokee
So don't tell me if you're off to see the world
It could be him my heart is pounding
The number of them is insane
Everywhere I look, I see
It could be him or am I tripping
And I'm crashing into everything
I can't wait till you trade the damn thing in
You're a bully and a clown
It could be him or am I tripping
Every time you see a light blue Volvo driving by
When I wonder if it makes you want to cry
After all that I've been through
And I'm crashing into everything
Baby, just tell me if you get another car
You made me cry and put me down
Until these cars go out of style
It could be him or am I tripping
By then they will have put me in the looney bin
But one day I'll steal your car and switch the gears
My broken heart still skips a beat
I know you won't get very far
It makes the situation hundreds of times worse
But with every jeep I see
I try to see it in reverse
It could be him
Every major street's a minor heart attack
