Lyrics:
Here's to you
Where you been?
Yeah we missed you
Missed you
Where you been?
Was it my old man in the backseat
Or my brother riding next to me
That
the backseat
And she lit my fuse I was carryin' a big stick
Of dynamite
Almost blew ourselves sky-high
Nearly died of fright
Ain't no use to run baby ain't
Hot sticky night
In the heart of the city
Backseat romance
Givin' up some titty
Daddy's little girl
Wants some Friday night fun
If he could see
at least she's my girl Friday 'til Sunday afternoon
She stands up in the backseat
And softly waves goodbye
I look away before I want to
She don't need
to feel the thrill
You're like a loaded gun
You know I can't hold back
I need a backseat lover
Yeah, tonight, we're breakin' out
[Chorus]
Rock me
upset my hand grenade
Rear view mirror
Somehow things become so clear
I'll be damned if I let you
Take a backseat to the view in my review mirror
Through moonlight shadows I watch them
Listen through the sounds of a pouring rain
One on the balcony, the other in a backseat
Both think the other is
this place, and get a bit to eat
And maybe after that I can toss you up, in the backseat
(Chorus x2)
We gon' roll it up, come on girl
Pour some more
down crawl into the backseat.
Let's create anthems of our own tonight.
Down at the roller rink all the cool kids
Crowding around the air hockey
through
Gotta get free because they're trying
To get me, Words overheard now I'm
Stuck in the backseat clever motehrfucker
Got my 7th 3rd strike
don't rush it, my love
Holding on, holding, holding on to you
But you lie, on your back
In the backseat of his car
Kettle black, pepper night
Dylan
me in the backseat of a jeep
With LL, hard as hell, you know doin it and doin it and doin it well
Doin it and doin it and doin it well, nah come
Riding in the backseat again
To go and visit a strangers friend
Crammed in between the deranged
The mood is scientific and strange
In my dream
the backseat and she holds my stick shift right
Tells me that she wants it, my pedal hits the floor
Let me park in your garage bitch, open up the door
My
on a black list
Pissed and dismissed, I resist to play the backseat
No boy from backstreet, I'm intellectually elite
My mind moves faster that Michael Johnson
riding life out
To tell the truth I'm in, I'm in the backseat
Now's the time to take a look
At what surrounds
And embrace the hearts
Of the ones in
down to the concrete,
Because of cruising past that parking lot on seventeenth street,
That's where me and my girl locked in a backseat bliss,
I can't
Drop dead gorgeous that's for sure
I took her to the movies
And I took her to the park
I took her in the back-seat
And that's where she stole my
not love that I'm lookin' for
(I'm not lookin' around, no)
I just want to be adored
(you heard, you heard)
From the backseat of your car
To the bedroom
Conspiracy you step to me then challenge I manage to separate the facts from emotion,
I get the notion you got a dose of the potion.
In the backseat
explained me to our parents
English wasn't their first language
They spoke German
Hated Germans
Confusing times
Oh sister
Down midwest backseat bumpy
shall I?
What shall I?
One lone car cruising the warehouse district
One lone figure shuffling along the wall
Two shadows leaning from the backseat window
Urlin like fuck in my backseat
I made him buy five grams and clean up the mess, gee
Straight Hen-dog with no chaser
Fuck that beer, ain't nothin greater
when I'm out on the town
And I'm whiskey kissing somebody else
When you're buzzed at the bar
And you're back in the backseat of my car
Thinkin'
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