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I want to wake up in your arms
I want to set off your alarm
I want to break into your car
And I want to take out your back seat
The one where you told me everything
I thought I always wanted to hear
The one where you told me that it's over

And every time you look in your rear view mirror
I hope you see me
And all the stuff we did when we were back there together..Uh Huh

I hope you like your two seater, no radio
Key marks parallel to the pinstripes
Windows broken you're T Tops stolen
Now its one of a kind, thanks for the Ride

I gotta get the hell out of dodge
I just spent the whole nighta avoiding the cops
I just don't think I'll go to the clink
Just 'cause I took out your backseat

The one where you told me everything
I thought I always wanted to hear
The one where you told me that it's over

And every time you look in your rear view mirror
I hope you see me
And all the stuff we did when we were back there together, uh huh

I hope you like your two seater, no radio
Key marks parallel to the pinstripes
Windows broken you're T Tops stolen
Now its one of a kind, thanks for the ride

Can you hear your radio?
I bet you can't hear your radio
So you'll never know I wrote this song for you
Sorry that your tires are flat
I know you weren't expecting that
Guess I got a little bit carried away
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written by REDDICK, JARET RAY / MALOY, ZACHARY DAVID
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC