Backseat Driver
de One Hundred Words for Snow
Picked my girl to a romantic date
I just knew what would be my fate
She was so good, dressed to kill
She turned on the radio to raise a thrill
Boring slob song I must say no
I'm a hard motherfucker playin' rock n' roll
Get in the place to start the night
It was no ring but we get in a fight
She tried to kill me, she went right
She said: "I'm gettin' out of this pigsty"
I'm beggin' you please so baby don't go
I'm a hard motherfucker playin' rock n' roll
Easy, Baby!
(You're drivin' me crazy!)
Easy, Baby!
(You're a dick!)
Couple of songs and she could slow down
She said her head was spinnin' round
She ask me to take her home to relax
All of a sudden she kissed the ground
Pute her to sleep, I'm doing my show
I'm a hard motherfucker playin' rock n' roll
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