Austin Collins 8 Dollar Thrills
Eight dollars a thrill
Do you wanna ride, do you wanna ride
Your words were cut to fill
Throw me to the side
Stop saying you’re sorry
Guilt is left to chance in your petty romances
And be as quiet as you can
Be as quiet as you can
Put it all in your head
It doesn’t make it right, It doesn’t make it right
I know that you’re afraid
Of noises in the night
CHORUS
Eight dollars a thrill
Eight dollars a thrill
Eight dollars a thrill
Do you wanna ride
I said I was sorry
You kicked off the sheets
When I whispered to you sweetly
It never came that easy
Having second thoughts about the way you ran
Be as quiet as you can . . .
