You and I, we're really Really not so innocent Consequences won't be easy From here every road leads to regret
But if this ain't what you wanted Then why'd you even come here? It's 2 Am If this isn't what you wanted Then why'd you put a smiley In your message then?
Backseat, light off Window open, stereo on
So kiss me in the backseat of my vintage Benz Oh, who gives a shit about tomorrow? When it comes, we can worry then Oh, who gives a shit about tomorrow? So kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Oh, who gives a shit about tomorrow? When you know how lucky we are Oh, tomorrow worry 'bout tomorrow
Lying here together Stretching every second into more I know you're getting nervous But this is a mess worth fighting for
But if this ain't what you wanted Then why'd you even come here? It's 2 Am If this isn't what you wanted Then why'd you put a smiley In your message then?
T-shirt off, breeze coming in Leather seat catching on the skin
So kiss me in the backseat of my vintage Benz Oh, who gives a shit about tomorrow? When it comes, we can worry then Oh, who gives a shit about tomorrow? So kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Oh, who gives a shit about tomorrow? When you know how lucky we are Oh, tomorrow worry 'bout tomorrow
But if you say you'll be there tomorrow Then I'll love you tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow
So kiss me in the backseat of my vintage Benz Oh, who gives a shit about tomorrow? When it comes, we can worry then Oh, who gives a shit about tomorrow? So kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Oh, who gives a shit about tomorrow? When you know how lucky we are Oh, tomorrow worry 'bout tomorrow
Compositores: Michael Holbrook Penniman, Paul David Vibart Dixon (Paul Dixon) ECAD: Obra #23368863 Fonograma #25868478