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Bowling For Soup Miscellaneous Two-Seater I wanna wake, up in your arms. I wanna set, off your alarms. I wanna break into your car, and i wanna take out your backseat. The one where you told me everything i always thought i wanted to hear. The one where you told me that its over. And everytime you look in your rearview mirror, I hope you see me. And all the stuff we did when we were back there together. ~Chorus~ I hope you like your two-seater, no radio. The keymarks parallel to the pinstripes. Windows broken, your t-Top stolen, Now its one of a kind, Thanks for the ride. I gotta get, The hell out of dodge, I just spent the whole night avoiding the cops. I really don't think, I'll go to the clink, just 'cuz i took out your backseat. And everytime you look in your rearview mirror, I hope you see me. And all the stuff we did when we were back there together, Uh-huh. (~Chorus~) Can you hear your radio? I bet you can't hear your radio. So you'll never know i wrote this song, for you. Sorry that your tires are flat, You know we really weren't expecting that, Guess I got a little carried away. And everytime you look in your rearview mirror, I hope you see me. And all the stuff we did when we were back there together, uh-huh. (~Chorus~) |
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