The Passenger Type

The Passenger Type
Won't be driving tonight
She does hope you're alright with that

Darling

And she'd like you to pay
And she'd like you to stay at arm's length 'till she's made up her mind

With your hands on the wheel and a moment to feel
Like you've stumbled into a show
Do you start to question
This woman's intent?
No, you go where she wants you to go

On third street
No, see, cafes bore her
Maybe down deep in the market district where you took the girls before her?
But she's not like them, no
She doesn't give a fuck
And when she moves on to the next you'll be shit outta luck

Do you even know
How the dinner tastes?
Or have you just been drinking all this wine
Givin' her those eyes that just aren't worth her time

Time for her to see you finally
Back in your room
She's got no choice but to
Notice you
When she looks at your things you feel a
Crook before a queen
Then she looks at you

Oh, but the passenger type won't live up to the hype
'Less you plan to ignite
Her long
Dead
Flame

That look in her eyes when you
Cast your fear aside and
Kiss her
The passenger type won't be
Driving tonight, 'cause she's got nowhere
To go



Credits
Writer(s): The Blue Moons
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