

Traffic lights turning yellow:
A kiss and a slap on the roof.
Traffic lights turning yellow:
A kiss and a slap on the roof.
Traffic lights turning yellow:
A kiss and a slap on the roof.
Traffic lights turning yellow:
A kiss and a slap.
I taught you that superstition
Driving downtown
With the windows down.
Late at night, talking over
A broken radio.
And i kiss my fingers,
And our single headlight
Winks out for the last time.
We talk about
The last time it felt right to make out.
And i'm certain, if i drive into those tress,
It'd make less of a mess
Than you've made of me.
Fuente: LRCLIB
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