In The Car
She fed me strawberries and
Freezer-burned ice cream
I said "good-bye i guess"
She lifted up her dress
And so i must confess
We made out one more
Time before i left for good
She thought i'd come back but i
Wouldn't want to seem like other guys
A book-and-record love,
We sat and read our books
Between those longing looks,
Compounded by our fear
My tongue inside her ear,
My tongue inside her
In the basement of her mother's
House where she once taped the
First three sides of sandanista! for my car
We were looking for ourselves
And found each other
In the car
It was rare to do much more
Than simply mess around
In the car
It was mostly mutual masturbation
And though we spoke of penetration
I'd have to wait for someone else to try it out
Once i had this dream
Where i slept with her mom
A secret all along, unless i've got this wrong
Unless she hears this song
Unless she hears it
On a tape inside her car
With her new husband and she
Turns to him and says "i think that's me"
In the car
We were looking for ourselves
But found each other
In the car
We groped for excuses
Not to be alone anymore
In the car
We were waiting for out lives
To start their endings
In the car
We were never making love
We were never making love
We were never making love
Freezer-burned ice cream
I said "good-bye i guess"
She lifted up her dress
And so i must confess
We made out one more
Time before i left for good
She thought i'd come back but i
Wouldn't want to seem like other guys
A book-and-record love,
We sat and read our books
Between those longing looks,
Compounded by our fear
My tongue inside her ear,
My tongue inside her
In the basement of her mother's
House where she once taped the
First three sides of sandanista! for my car
We were looking for ourselves
And found each other
In the car
It was rare to do much more
Than simply mess around
In the car
It was mostly mutual masturbation
And though we spoke of penetration
I'd have to wait for someone else to try it out
Once i had this dream
Where i slept with her mom
A secret all along, unless i've got this wrong
Unless she hears this song
Unless she hears it
On a tape inside her car
With her new husband and she
Turns to him and says "i think that's me"
In the car
We were looking for ourselves
But found each other
In the car
We groped for excuses
Not to be alone anymore
In the car
We were waiting for out lives
To start their endings
In the car
We were never making love
We were never making love
We were never making love
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Page
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.