Stuck In A Car With You Songtext
Was in the sunshine
And sick of searching
'Cause I'm on a mission
And an admission of guilt is soon
It's like it's Saturday morning
It's like it's Saturday morning
And I'm caught in a mudslide
Stuck in a car with you
And now you want the friction
And now you want the friction
And sick of searching
'Cause I'm on a mission
And an admission of guilt is soon
It's like it's Saturday morning
It's like it's Saturday morning
And I'm caught in a mudslide
Stuck in a car with you
And now you want the friction
And now you want the friction
Come on and live a little
I want to live a lot with you
And all I'm asking for
Yeah, what I'm asking for ain't cruel
It rattled my vision
I want a little perfection too
I don't want your luck
L've got a point to prove
I hate Sundays
(I hate Sundays)
Tired of living, tired of living
I thought of quitting till I thought about you
I can't admit it, I can't admit it
That I'd be nothing, I'm nothing without you
It's like watching a car crash
The wreckage and impact
Makes it harder to miss you But I'm gonna crawl back soon
So easy offended
So easy offended
Caught in a downpour
Locked out with you
I don't need your luck
I've got a point to prove
(I hate Sundays)
So insecure
You've got some nerve
I hate Sundays
Tired of living, tired of living
I thought of quitting till I thought about you
I can't admit it, I can't admit it
That I'd be nothing, I'm nothing without you
(Nothing without you)
(Nothing without you)
(Nothing without you)
And now you want the friction
And now you want the friction
Come on and live a little
I want to live a lot with you
It's like it's Saturday morning
(And now you want the friction)
It's like it's Saturday morning
(And now you want the friction)
And I'm caught in a mudslide
(And now you want the friction)
Stuck in a car with you
Tired of living, tired of living
I thought of quitting till I thought about you
I can't admit it, I can't admit it
That I'd be nothing, I'm nothing without you
Nothing without you
Nothing without you
I want to live a lot with you
And all I'm asking for
Yeah, what I'm asking for ain't cruel
It rattled my vision
I want a little perfection too
I don't want your luck
L've got a point to prove
I hate Sundays
(I hate Sundays)
Tired of living, tired of living
I thought of quitting till I thought about you
I can't admit it, I can't admit it
That I'd be nothing, I'm nothing without you
It's like watching a car crash
The wreckage and impact
Makes it harder to miss you But I'm gonna crawl back soon
So easy offended
So easy offended
Caught in a downpour
Locked out with you
I don't need your luck
I've got a point to prove
(I hate Sundays)
So insecure
You've got some nerve
I hate Sundays
Tired of living, tired of living
I thought of quitting till I thought about you
I can't admit it, I can't admit it
That I'd be nothing, I'm nothing without you
(Nothing without you)
(Nothing without you)
(Nothing without you)
And now you want the friction
And now you want the friction
Come on and live a little
I want to live a lot with you
It's like it's Saturday morning
(And now you want the friction)
It's like it's Saturday morning
(And now you want the friction)
And I'm caught in a mudslide
(And now you want the friction)
Stuck in a car with you
Tired of living, tired of living
I thought of quitting till I thought about you
I can't admit it, I can't admit it
That I'd be nothing, I'm nothing without you
Nothing without you
Nothing without you
