The Car Bar

I poured a screwdriver from the car bar
She stared me down From the driver's seat
Spiders of fear creeping up my back
As her eyes crawled over me

By way of the mirror
As the Cadillac shook to a trip hop beat
Trapped here in this prison
Of fine Italian leather seats

XS City by night
Fully stocked bar, skyline views
Destination Meta no.4
I'm a little unnerved to tell you the truth

There's a sense of something
Untoward and the chauffeur keeps looking at me
But the upholstery is really something
Considering it must be from the 50's

I poured a screwdriver from the car bar
She stared me down from the driver's seat
Spiders of fear creeping up my back
As her eyes crawled over me

By way of the mirror
As the Cadillac shook to a trip hop beat
Trapped here in this prison
Of fine Italian leather seats

Shrinking in the rear view mirror
Cold reality
Everything looks better here
In the soft focus of fantasy

I'm on the edge of tears
Constantly
And I got this
Carefully groomed eyebrow slit
Just to give the impression I could be mean

Character description: Part 1 of 2;
A fragile sense of self
Bolstered
By gorgeous supple Italian shoes

All of the glamour
To divert your gaze from a sensitive heart
Regardless I love the clobber
I'd be a stylist were I not born to be a star

I poured a screwdriver from the car bar
They stared me down from the city streets
Spiders of fear creeping up my back
As their eyes clung over me

By way of everywhere
As the stage shook to a trip hop beat
I'll be trapped here
Forever
With my melodies

Oh I'll be trapped here baby
Ooh na na oh

I poured a screwdriver from the car bar
They stared me down from the city streets
Spiders of fear creeping up my back
As their eyes crawled over me

By way of everywhere
As the stage shook to a trip hop beat
I'll be trapped here
Forever
With my melodies