The Hitch Hiker
I've been waling all day in this dried up vast
Looking for a longer that will take me home
Say you can help me, free me from this place
Oh, mister, mister, mister, come on and give me a ride!
Hey little lady how are you today?
Of course I will help you find a place to stay
All you need to do is trust me, get inside
And I will take you, drive you anywhere you desire!
This ain't he kind of war
That you have signed up for
I'll snatch you from your home
And leave your bones in holes
We've been driving all night long and I'm getting sick
Can we please pull over 'cause I need a piss break?
Come mister mister don't you please be angry
Why can't you hear me right out
I said I need you to stop!
Hey little lady
You can't always get
What you want
When a man I thin and mad in love
I'm starving for some action
Not feeling your reaction
I'll stop the driving
Baby come on just lemme have fun
This ain't he kind of war
That you have signed up for
I'll snatch you from your home
And leave your bones in holes
Mother is worried
She's waiting for signals
Nobody has answers
They're crossing their fingers
Leaving a trail of young bones
They're searching for pieces
Of what used to be me
Amongst the intensity of mother nature
Buried in shadows of Jung's birds
This ain't he kind of war
That you have signed up for
I'll snatch you from your home
And leave your bones in holes
They will never find you here
Looking for a longer that will take me home
Say you can help me, free me from this place
Oh, mister, mister, mister, come on and give me a ride!
Hey little lady how are you today?
Of course I will help you find a place to stay
All you need to do is trust me, get inside
And I will take you, drive you anywhere you desire!
This ain't he kind of war
That you have signed up for
I'll snatch you from your home
And leave your bones in holes
We've been driving all night long and I'm getting sick
Can we please pull over 'cause I need a piss break?
Come mister mister don't you please be angry
Why can't you hear me right out
I said I need you to stop!
Hey little lady
You can't always get
What you want
When a man I thin and mad in love
I'm starving for some action
Not feeling your reaction
I'll stop the driving
Baby come on just lemme have fun
This ain't he kind of war
That you have signed up for
I'll snatch you from your home
And leave your bones in holes
Mother is worried
She's waiting for signals
Nobody has answers
They're crossing their fingers
Leaving a trail of young bones
They're searching for pieces
Of what used to be me
Amongst the intensity of mother nature
Buried in shadows of Jung's birds
This ain't he kind of war
That you have signed up for
I'll snatch you from your home
And leave your bones in holes
They will never find you here
Credits
Writer(s): Teresa Suarez
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