Drive - Matt Costa

Baby ask your man

If he would let you come along with me or would he like that

Tell him I won’t keep you long

As soon as our good times are gone I’ll bring you right back

We’ll drive to the sea

And watch the sun come up over the hills and trees

Be as good as I can be

Try not to get your clothes too sandy

So baby ask your man

To please define the words he screams across the phone each time I call you

Tell him I won’t do a single thing he wouldn’t do to you

Except not own you

We’ll drive to the sea

And watch the sun come up over the hills and trees

Be as good as I can be

Try not to get your clothes too sandy

I don’t want to, I don’t want to take his place

I just want to

We’ll drive to the sea

And watch the sun come up

We’ll drive to the sea

And watch the sun come up over the hills

And we’ll drive to the sea

We’ll drive to the sea

And watch the sun come up over the hills and trees

And we’ll drive to the sea

And watch the sun come up over the hills and trees