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I don't remember the last time I felt this gone.
I walked out my front door and I don't know where Ive gone.
Could you just drive me back home.
Come on and drive me back home.
You’ve got this nice little way of saying nothing at all.
You open up your mouth and the wind just blows right through.
Could you just drive me back home.
Come on and drive me back home.
You got a nice little open ear
and I’d like to push some wind up in that sail.
I got hooked on your bottom lip
And I’d really like to know about that contagious aftermath of...
I’ve got your number but I don't know what I'd do.
Something bout your name makes me see myself without you.
Could you just drive me back home.
Come on and drive me back home.
I don't even know which way it is.
Something bout my life wont leave me alone
Your dirty as the last drop you couldn't get your hands off
of anybody's leg on the barstool last night
Your dirty as the last drop you couldn't get your hands off
of anybody's leg on the barstool last night
yeah, uh huh, well alright
Thats all I heard about you.