She comes wrapped in plastic
Straight from the factory
She costs a lot of money
But she comes with a dowery

She likes to do it with the boys
But what she really wants is the toys
Because her car won't run on love
She needs cash to feed her jones

She's a Mercedes lady
She's a Bimmer baby
She's a hell of a whirl
But she's just too much for me

See her coming down the street
Got the boys at her feet
They buy her drinks at the bar
They put gas in her car

'Cause that's what she needs
More fuel to give her speed

But you know
We won't put up much of a fight
Yeah, boy, don't you know that's right
'Cause you know she looks so fine
Flyin' down the road so streamline

You know she's not the marrying type
She does her cruising at night
Knocks them down one by one
Don't you wish you where the lucky one

She's a Mercedes lady
She's a Bimmer baby
She's a hell of a whirl
But she's just too much for me

She's a Mercedes lady
She's a Bimmer baby
She's a hell of a whirl
But she's just too much for me