Paramour

you got a fast car,

I want a ticket to anywhere,

maybe we make a deal,

maybe together we can get somewhere,

anyplace is better,

starting from zero, got nothing to lose

maybe we'll make something,

but me, myself,

I got nothing to prove.

you got a fast car,

but is it fast enough so we can fly away,

we gotta make a decision

we leave tonight or live and die this way.

I remember we were driving,

driving in your car,

the speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk

city lights lay out before us,

and your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder,

and I had a feeling dat I belonged,

and I had a feeling that I could be someone,

be someone,

be someone.