Song Description

A young mother looks back nostalgically to her teenage adventures in her cousin's first car.

Lyrics

POOR GIRL?S CADILLAC

VS. 1
My Cousin Cookie picked me up in her beat-up piece of junk,
Lemon yellow with one fender chocolate brown.
Happy sweet sixteen surprise, now she was old enough to drive,
We'd been waitin' all our lives to ride around.
People said those kids are crazy, it's a bucket full of rust,
But Cousin Cookie's Pontiac was a Coupe de Ville to us.

CH. 1
A Poor Girl's Cadillac don?t have Italian leather seats,
The windshield?s cracked and the mats are shredded wheat.
But we were feelin? like a million in my cousin?s Pontiac,
Relaxed, kicked back in a Poor Girl's Cadillac, a Poor Girl?s Cadillac.

VS. 2
That night we cruised the boulevard, hoping boys ask who we are,
Hoping we don?t look like freshmen anymore.
Let?s try lipstick, better yet, light up a couple cigarettes,
Like we done this all a million times before.
Yeah we sang along with Springsteen, we knew every word by heart,
Swore that we were born to run that night in Cookie?s car.

CH. 2
A Poor Girl's Cadillac don?t have Italian leather seats,
The spare is flat and the heater never heats.
But we were feelin? like a million in my cousin?s Pontiac,
Relaxed, kicked back in a Poor Girl's Cadillac, a Poor Girl?s Cadillac.

BR.
I moved away and married, now I?m driving with my kids,
Life is nearly perfect, but sometimes I wish
Maybe I could trade this Escalade for one more midnight ride,
In that Pontiac at Cousin Cookie?s side---

CH. 3
A Poor Girl's Cadillac don?t have Italian leather seats,
Take me back to the night we ruled the streets.
We were feelin? like a million in my cousin?s Pontiac,
Relaxed, kicked back,
Look back, gotta laugh,
And that?s that, in a Poor Girl?s Cadillac
Take me back, a Poor Girl's Cadillac,
Take me back, a Poor Girl?s Cadillac.