We’re down a back road
Both in the back seat
Of your white car and
I’m getting no sleep
My legs are hanging
All over the place
Your head down my skirt
You really know me
But I can’t wait
To get back home
You’re right here with me
But I feel so alone
It’s two months later
I’ve met a blonde girl
She’s so much younger
Works in my favour
Got a career and
So many prospects
I think she loves me
I’m like her object
And I can’t wait
To get back home
I hope that she’s there
With her microscope
Lay down the law now
It’s so much thicker
A bloody punch that
Moved like a quaver
I bet she’s guessing
My new location
I’ve got a hunch
I’m doxed in the paper
But I can’t wait
To get back home
Dead at the scene
And that’s all she wrote
I can’t wait
To get back home