Lyrics

(She) Another evening stuck in traffic just sitting on the Seventeen. (He) The cellular alerts were flashing. The CHP was on the scene. (She) The engines idling hot, (Both) yeah, we were parked in this lot, when I saw you stranded there. (She) I listened for the sound of sirens. Your radio was all I heard. (He) I started reading bumper stickers. I read a second time, a third. (She) I dug your vanity plate, (Both) I 1 2 X L R 8, when I saw you stranded there. Some guy broke out his saxophone, two strangers tried to sing along, three cats beat out a mambo rhythm on the hood. The Karmann Ghia guy jumped out and tried his Cuban motion out. The woman in the Corvette laughed and called it . . . "good?" (She) You looked at me and shrugged your shoulders. I had to show you how it's done. (He) After the gridlock mambo lesson, I'll never dance with another one. (She) And then you took off your shades, (Both) my single numbers were dayed, when I saw you stranded there.