Let's take the backstreet, though
View from the backseat, whoa
Mexico next week, go
Don't call just text me, no
Please don't forget me, no
Please baby let me, go
I don't regret it, though
You never get me, wrong
Wasted but happy, though
Train station trapped me, oh
Music kidnapped me, whoa
I'm back in the taxi, now
I tried to escape this maze
I tried to displace this haze
I tried to dissolve this taste
When will the tapes be erased?
Let's take the backstreet though
View from the backseat, whoa
I don't regret it, though
You never get me, wrong