Absynthe Minded Your Backdoor
It was the city outdoors
I wanted to gallop
The streets were lit
And we were not yet drunk
The sledge hammer blows
I delivered in moments
Of truth and candour
They made you wonder
If this boy isn't real
Then what do I feel
This must be real
But I can't stand it
'Cause he's making me weaker
Than I was before
That is exactly what happens
When you let me in through your backdoor
Ooooooh
Your backdoor
Ooooooh
I met you in springtime
The state you were in
Exploring and waiting
For real life to begin
You couldn't accept that
I live by my own rules
Our roads went apart
And then your phone call
You asked me what is it
You wanted me to be
I told you there was nothing
That I wanted you to be
I'm not talking morals
But likes and dislikes
That is exactly what happens
When you let me in
Through you backdoor
Ooooooh
Your backdoor
Ooooooh
Your backdoor
Ooooooh
Your backdoor
Ooooooh
