Traffic lights Turning yellow A kiss and a slap on the roof Traffic lights Turning yellow A kiss and a slap on the roof Traffic lights Turning yellow A kiss and a slap on the roof Traffic lights Turning yellow A kiss and a slap
I taught you that superstition Driving downtown With the windows down
Late at night Talking over A broken radio And I kiss my fingers And our single headlight Winks out for the last time We talk about The last time it felt right to make out
And I'm certain, if I drive into those trees It would make less of a mess Than you've made of meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
