Lazy lover, find a place for me again,
you felt it once before
I know you did, I could see it.
Whiskey princess,
drink me under, pull me in,
you had me at, “come over boy, I need a friend.”
I understand.

Back seat serenade,
dizzy hurricane.
Oh God, I’m sick of sleeping alone,
you’re salty like a summer day,
kiss the sweat away,
to your radio.
Back seat serenade,
little hand-grenade.
Oh God, I’m sick of sleeping alone,
you’re salty like a summer day,
kiss the pain away,
to your radio.

You take me over,
I throw you up against the wall,
we’ve seen it all before but this one’s different,
it’s deliberate.
You send me reeling,
calling out to you for more,
the value of this moment lives in metaphor,
yea, through it all.

Back seat serenade,
dizzy hurricane.
Oh God, I’m sick of sleeping alone,
you’re salty like a summer day,
kiss the sweat away,
to your radio.
Back seat serenade,
little hand-grenade.
Oh God, I’m sick of sleeping alone?
you’re salty like a summer day,
kiss the pain away,
to your radio.

Back seat serenade,
dizzy hurricane.
Oh God, I’m sick of sleeping alone,
you’re salty like a summer day,
kiss the sweat away,
to your radio.
Back seat serenade,
little hand-grenade.
Oh aren’t you sick of sleeping alone?
we’re salty on a summer day,
kiss the pain away,
to your radio.