Lovage

i was driving
in my car
late at night
all alone
then he stopped me
asked me for a ride
there you were
on your own
now ask me why do i feel my heart's on fire ask me
why do i feel this strange desire
ask me why do i feel like i'm falling, falling
take me home
what a wonderful way to go
take me home
what a wonderful way to go
licking your greasy spoon
jukebox playing my tune
making out in your room
blowing up your balloon
playing you like a bassoon
but if i only knew
where we were driving to
i wouldn't have let you fill my tank