[Hook: Megan Gage]
You be the driver
In a tilt-a-whirl
Sitting by your shotgun wife
But I can be your backseat girl
I can be your backseat girl
I just want to love you, you
Why won't you let me love you

[Verse 1: Megan Gage]
Where the hell you going?
Why the hell I'm here?
Where I put my phone?
Why I feel so drunk?
Why you leave me alone?
Where the hell you going?
Why I can't come?
Why my face feel wet?
Why my heart just break?
How much I forget?
Why you feel so great?
Great I lost my phone
Where'd I leave my keys?
Now, where the hell I'm going?

[Prehook 1: Megan Gage]
Fogging up the glass in my mind's eyes (my mind's eye)
And it's blurring lines
It's gonna be you and I
Side by side till the hands of time stand paralyzed
Side by side till the hands of time stand paralyzed

[Hook: Megan Gage]
You be the driver
In a tilt-a-whirl
Sitting by your shotgun wife
But I can be your backseat girl
I can be your backseat girl
I just want to love you, you
Why won't you let me love you

[Verse 2: Megan Gage]
Love hate
I ain't too proud to admit it's the same thing
When it all comes down to it
It's a free-for-all
I built and put you on a pedestal
And I might push back
Just to catch you when you fall

[Prehook 2: Wahala AK]
The aux cord connected to your heart beat
Love seat's the front seat
Fuck seat is next door to the car seat
Tonguing in the alley
It's a ballet once the valet parks me
Hold my hand
I want to dance with Ms. Artsy
Turn the music up a little more (little more)
Your curly hair and knitted shorts
That's your fucking signature
I know you wish that I snapped less
Took pictures more
And stopped abusing my debit card at the liquor store
Let's reciprocate
This feeling that I'm feeling
But my actions and my words tend to occupy
A different space
We can flip the page
Every time we misbehave
I can be your present every Valentine and Christmas Day
This ain't no fucking interlude
I'm really fucking into you
You got my head spinning like a centrifuge is in the room
Let's get in the new

[Hook: Megan Gage]
You be the driver
In a tilt-a-whirl
Sitting by your shotgun wife
But I can be your backseat girl
I can be your backseat girl
I just want to love you
Why won't you let me love you, you, you