Lyrics: Mansions. Shoes On, Pants Off.

you say he prefers to keep his shoes on when he falls asleep in your bed,
and i'm asking you if you want one on the other side of your neck
i don't think he saw us kissing when he was off in the other room
the truth is i don't care what he's doing,
god knows what with god knows who.

and it's a long long way to go,
but do you think you could drive me home?
it's a long long way to go, but could you drive me home?

and there's this cave where i've been sleepin'by myself almost every night
and i'd like to have you over
i'd like to make you feel alright
and i would pour you out some whiskey
i can tell you're the kind of girl
no sissy shit, no lemonades, no high school drama stupid games.

and it's a long, long way to go,
but do you think you could drive me home?
it's a long long way to go, but could you drive me home?


yeah it's a long, long way to go,
but do you think you could drive me home?
it's a long, long way to go, but could you drive me home?

i don't want anyone,
i don't want anyone,
i don't want anyone,
but you.
but you.

and it's a long, long way to go,
but do you think you could drive me home?
it's a long long way to go, but could you drive me home?

yeah it's a long, long way to go,
but do you think you could drive me home?
it's a long, long way to go, but could you drive me home?
could you drive me home?