blasting some words out there

Garden gate fold




You treat me like a backseat lover
That can’t do you no harm
So when you put me down
Then ask for a ride into town
Then you end up in the back of my car
At the drive in
With your jeans pulled all the way down
And I wonder what it is you are
Tryin’ to twist out of me
Then I pull up in front of you house
And you twist out of my arms
And rush to the door
Without a kiss tonight
And you treat me like a backseat lover
And there I am again driving down that farm road
With the fall leaves sticking to the wet asphalt
And feeling like some backseat lover
With a bad reputation
And just one to many friends