Burning

I didn't mean to waste your time

I didn't mean to prey on your heart so kind.

My right pedal stuck to the car mat, the road's flat, and baby I'm ready to go.

It's quarter to three, it's just you and me and there's no reason for your fella to know.

You're burning the gasoline, like your brain cells honey.

I'd never breathed that dust before, and you were beautiful.

I never met your man before, I think he's pitiful.

You're livin' for thrills, flying high, then crashin' down and tellin' me you'll never grow old.

You had a little bit of rough, and a little bit of tough, think you're a little bit of rock n' roll.

You're burning the gasoline, like your brain cells honey.

And you're spending your time on me, like your boyfriend's money.

Now this is the end of our road, get out of your glass house, before you get stoned.