Turn Left

I guess you know me well, I don’t like winter
But I seem to get a kick out of doing you cold
I play them for you and I
I play my keys for you, do you want me to?
Got it out the mud, is it feeling good?
Guess you know me well, I don’t like the motherfucking cold
I hate this snow
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
I remember when I first saw your face
I think it was summer
I bought you a drink
You didn’t even sip
You said you might fall, I said you’ve already slipped
Into my arms
We don’t wanna, we don’t wanna
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station
We don’t wanna ride, wanna ride to the station