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She pushed him down just to watch him fall He's got no choice, she's got him pinned against the wall Call it etiquette or call it tact A courtesy call, stab in the back Captain commander of this lonely boy's beating heart Take the wheel and lose control Wrong way down a one way street You're in the back seat and she's got lead feet Sour lips, bitter taste Sinking sensation you can't shake It's too late, no goodbye So long and thanks for the ride She's got him spun in a web of lies On her wall hangs boys like flies She's got victims and trophy thrills Not to mention - looks that kill Short skirt, tight shirt The wire's tapped He fell face first into her trap This is the end, my friend This is the mess you got yourself in Sour lips, bitter taste SongtexteSinking sensation you can't shake Too late, no goodbye So long and thanks for the ride So close yet so far You tried, but still no cigar So close yet so far You tried, but still no cigar Who'd have thought that it would come to this? The last glimpse of your baby blowing you a kiss In the rear view mirror... Caution: things aren't as close as they appear As they appear Caution: things aren't as close as they appear! Aus Songtexte Mania