Selfish Sons Backseat Drive
No signs
Green eyes
Shes my type
She don't hate me
But still tries
Shes my type
Oh can we dance and tell me you fancy me the way i do you
Lets get undressed and skip the romance, im leaving with you
In the backseat drive
Taste your lips on mine
We can take our time
Our time
In the backseat
Face down
In the sweet sound of you all night
Youre a headrush
In that cherry blush
Its an endless sight
Oh can we dance and tell me you fancy me the way i do you
Lets get undressed and skip the romance im leaving with you
In the backseat drive
Taste your lips on mine
We can take our time
Our time
In the backseat drive
Taste your lips on mine we can take our time
Our time
In the backseat
In the backseat drive
Taste your lips on mine
We can take our time
Our time
In the backseat drive
Taste your lips on mine we can take our time
Our time
In the backseat