"Riding shotgun, adultery in hand
No longer the sources of you
a v o i d a n c e,
The one-night-stand you swore to forget
Too much hassle, too much drama
Too hard to look my way
An offer to skip, maybe cigarettes and
I jumped at the chance
Just one hour to know I still
e x i s t e d
Unlike the other girls.
'How do you make me so so crazy?'"