He's got his lips around a marlboro gold
Oh god I bet this feeling never gets old
If he's a dotted line I'm selling my soul
I know I shouldn't I know I shouldn't
I missed the exit signs, ignored the alarms
I got distracted by the veins on his arms
I'm right behind him on the way to his car
I know I shouldn't I know I shouldn't
But I can't help myself
I had to help myself
We're in his crimson red Porsche
On the way to my door
He pushed the pedal right down to the floor
He's a heart racer
Better off alone
Cause he's bad bad bad to the bone
Cnd that's why he's driving me home
He's a hell raiser
Everybody knows
That I'm covered in his cologne
Cnd that's why he's driving me home
That's why he's driving me home
Sure he's got problems but he's misunderstood
Something to fix if I got under the hood
I'm not the first girl who thought that she could
I know I shouldn't I know I shouldn't
So I deep end dive in his blue eyes
Dine on lies from a Colgate smile
We're in his crimson red Porsche
On the way to my door
He pushed the pedal right down to the floor
He's a heart racer
Better off alone
Cause he's bad bad bad to the bone
Cnd that's why he's driving me home
He's a hell raiser
Everybody knows
That I'm covered in his cologne
Cnd that's why he's driving me home
That's why he's driving me home
I must I must I must
Be running out of luck for every mile that we get closer
I'm screwed I'm screwed
I'm trying something new
I'm leaving good advice alone
He's a heart racer
Better off alone
Cause he's bad bad bad to the bone
That's why he's driving me home
He's a hell raiser
Everybody knows
That I'm covered in his cologne
That's why he's driving me
That's why he's driving me home
He's got his lips around a marlboro gold
Oh god I bet this feeling never gets old
We're in his crimson red porsche
On the way to my door
I know I shouldn't I know I shouldn't
He's got his lips around a marlboro gold
Oh god I bet this feeling never gets old
We're in his crimson red porsche
On the way to my door
I know I shouldn't I know I shouldn't