Men’s lust for a Porsche can be greater than their lust for a Victoria Secret Model. Men love cars. It is no secret.

Cars and women have a lot in common visually, but our attraction to cars is usually incredibly intense and longer lasting than that of the opposite sex.

Many cars do not run the risk of aging badly, some even look better as they mature.

Cars provide a relationship that is stable, predictable and, in a word, easy. Not only does a car provide men with control over where they go and when, it offers a relationship.

Call me shallow, but the right car can make all the difference in who you date.

A car gives a man freedom. Cars are not just transport, there is a reason why we do not all drive the same vehicle.

We want to go off road. We want to go long distances. We want to get down and dirty in the mud.

Cars are equipped to handle all of this and more, and they want it as much as you do.

Two words a man chants all day in front of women to keep them happy – ‘Please’ and ‘Sorry’.

Their slavery ends as they take charge of the steering wheel. You think cars require high maintenance, then try women.

They keep men daily up to date with all their reasonable or unreasonable demands. The major difference is that a car is satisfied once fulfill its demand.

Depends on which car and which woman. Either one could be a valid choice. A Volkswagen Gol is not a Porsche 911 and that fact might help you on your decision.

It definetely was the decisive argument on my decision that convinced me tonight to go for the woman. Not the Victoria Secret Model, but she had definetely more to offer than the Volkswagen Gol.

While there will always be an undeniable bond between man and car, it goes without saying that women have their own pride and place in our hearts.

This is why cars have a passenger seat – they were made for two. When you find the right woman, sharing your car will be the ultimate test.

You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Any place is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we’ll make something
Me myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car
I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
Won’t have to drive too far
Just ‘cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living

See my old man’s got a problem
He live with the bottle that’s the way it is
He says his body’s too old for working
His body’s too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody’s got to take care of him
So I quit school and that’s what I did

You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so we can fly away?
We gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way

So remember when we were driving driving in your car
Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
We go cruising, entertain ourselves
You still ain’t got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You’ll find work and I’ll get promoted
We’ll move out of the shelter
Buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs

So remember when we were driving driving in your car
Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I’d always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me find it
I got no plans I ain’t going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving

So remember when we were driving driving in your car
Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so you can fly away?
You gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way