Sober Driver

Baby, I want to see you tonight
I know it’s late
I don’t want to fight
I’m at a party
(Hey, where am I?)
(Echo Park)
In Echo Park
The band has stopped playing
The keg is all dry
You call me up because I’m sober
And you wanted me to drive
I’m getting tired of being treated as just a free ride
I’ve finally figured out that you’re just a thorn in my side
That’s withered, dull, and dry
Baby, how could you say
Such mean and cruel things to me?
My friends have all gone
I don’t know how I got here
It’s too far to walk
I’m in four inch heels
You call me up because I’m sober
And you wanted me to drive
I’m getting tired of being treated as just a free ride
I’ve finally figured out that you’re just a thorn in my side
That’s withered, dull, and dry
You call me up because I’m sober
And you wanted me to drive
I’m getting tired of being treated as just a free ride
I’ve finally figured out that you’re just a thorn in my side
You call me up because I’m sober
And you wanted me to drive
I’m getting tired of being treated as just a free ride
I’ve finally figured out that you’re just a thorn in my side
That’s withered, dull, and dry