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Hannah Jane Lewis - Heart Racer Lyrics



Hannah Jane Lewis - Heart Racer Lyrics




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
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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
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Performed By: Hannah Jane Lewis
Language: English

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