Limousines
There's a pale rider behind her and empty faces up ahead
There are strange feelings inside her
She doesn't take her dreams to bed
It's so confusing, it's not black or white, it's not wrong or right
Don't trust the painter, it's all a shade of grey
She sees two faces unequal, she knows the mirror, doesn't lie
When he looks at her no matter, he only sees the brighter side
Why should she try to talk him out of it if the feelings fit
No way of saying what works for someone else
Some people drive limousines, some people take the backseat
She wants to control the dream, yeah
And there's danger in the back streets, oh yeah
There's a part of her, dark covered, the laces have been tightly drawn
She says old habits like old lovers have a way of hangin' on
It's so confusing, does she show him all? Does she risk the fall?
He thinks she's perfect, who's she to disagree?
Some people drive limousines, ow! Some people take the backseat
She wants to control the dream, yeah
And there's danger in the back streets
Some people drive limousines, ow! They like to do it hands on
She's finally found a dream, yeah
Then she wants to take a chance on, yeah, oh
Some people drive limousines, ow! Some people take the backseat
She wants to control the dream, yeah
And there's danger in the back streets
Some people drive limousines, ow! They like to do it hands on
Forget what her eyes have seen, yeah
And she wants to take a chance now, yeah
Some people drive limousines, ow!
(Some people drive limousine drive)
Some people take the backseat (Limousines)
She wants to control the dream (Some people drive limousine drive)
And there's danger in the back streets, some people drive limousines
Limousines, danger in the backseat