Telling Stories

Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh
Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh-oeh
Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh
Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh-oeh
I’m loving too much, I’m driving too fast
I know this feeling, I hope it won’t last
I don’t know, I don’t know where I’m going
You’re like a flower, planted in a grave
Like a shelter burning in hell
I don’t know, I don’t know what I’m doing
I want you so bad, I want you so good
I’m not alone in the neighborhood
Babe you know I really like your style
But last time we went for a ride
I kept my eyes on the roads while you were drinking whiskey
I kept my hands on the wheel while you were telling stories
I kept my eyes on the roads while you were drinking whiskey
I kept my hands on the wheel while you were telling stories
Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh
Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh-oeh
Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh
Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh-oeh
I want you so bad I want you so good
I’m not alone in the neighborhood
Babe you know I really like your style
But last time we went for a ride
I kept my eyes on the road while you were drinking whiskey
I kept my hands on the wheel while you were telling stories
I kept my eyes on the roads while you were drinking whiskey
I kept my hands on the wheel while you were telling stories
Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh
Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh-oeh
Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh
Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh-oeh
Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh
Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh-oeh
Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh
Oeh-oeh-oeh, oeh-oeh