Paroles de That's All She Wrote

We're down on a back road Both in the back seat Of your white car And I'm getting no sleep My legs are hanging All over the place Your head down my skirt You really know me But I can't wait To get back home You're right here with me But I feel so alone It's two months later I've met a blonde girl She's so much younger Works in my favour Got a career and So many prospects I think she loves me I'm like her object And I can't wait To get back home I hope that she's there With her microscope Lay down the law now It's so much thicker A bloody punch that Moved like a quaver I bet she's guessing My new location I've got a hunch I'm doxed in the paper But I can't wait To get back home Dead at the scene And that's all she wrote (I can't wait to get back home) (I can't wait to get back home)