I.C.U. - Blonder

She’s a truck stop angel with the blonde in her hair

Got a piece of California in her rear view mirror

Said I’m her city boy more than her newest toy

She turned to me and said

When I see you, you put me in the I.C.U

And that’s alright

When I see you, you put me in the I.C.U

And that’s OK

She’s a highway Venus and she knows that they stare

But cut my name into the glass of a rest stop mirror

Told me this country’s her world

And it broke me in two

She turned to me and said

When I see you, you put me in the I.C.U

And that’s alright

When I see you, you put me in the I.C.U

And that’s OK

When I see you, you put me in the I.C.U

And that’s alright

When I see you, you put me in the I.C.U

And that’s OK