to the front of the car
to the back of the limo
i want to know who you are
i don’t care if you know me now
and it’s getting hot in the hotel
it’s getting sick in your apartment
your roommates are freaking me out
we had to make it on the table
and you told me i am able
to do it now
to take a bow
and drive away laughing
like we know how.
then pulling over
half-way there
to sleep with
you my dear.
to the front of the car
to the back of the limo
i want to know who you are
i don’t care if you know me now
and it’s getting scary in the hostel
europe is not so inviting
the people here are tripping too much
they do not give a fuck
i want to be safe so
fuck this place.
then you pull over
half-way home
to tell me that you love me,
all alone
and don’t need to
take me there
to feel me–
you only had me at hello
and that’s all they get to know
so for the 808’s and heartbreaks
and the steam on the windshield
and the lies that you told them
i’m glad that i get to feel
you tonight
you feel so right
to the front of the car
to the back of the limo
i want to know who you are
i don’t care if you know me now
you know me now
