Cliff

[Verse 1]

What would you say if I told you I was outside

Of your window looking in?

How would you feel if I told you I could read your mind

And I know just what you did?

Oh, would you run, would you fight, would you kiss me?

Oh, is it wrong, is it right, is it just me

Or are we driving over a cliff?

[Verse 2]

Does this smell like chloroform to you?

It's a new perfume I’m trying

Oh, won't you come home?

Meet me in the darkroom

I can expose you better with no lighting

Would you run, would you fight, would you kiss me?

Oh, is it wrong, is it right, is it just me

Or are we driving over a cliff?

[Chorus]

I've got you in the trunk of your own car

And we’re gonna fly

Dancing with the devil, both feet on the pedal

Nobody's gonna hear you cry

Don't mess with crazy bitches

The whole town told you but you just didn't listen and now

I've got you in the trunk of your own car

And we're gonna fly right over

[Verse 3]

How would you feel if I showed you the road ahead

If you knew what I'm 'bout to do?

Bottle in my right hand, cigarette in my left

I keep them at ten and two

Didn’t you believe me when I said I love you to death

Maybe you forget who’s always left

If you only knew this was the end

Got me wondering

Would you run, would you fight, would you kiss me?

Oh, is it wrong, is it right, is it just me

Or are we driving over a cliff?

[Chorus]

I've got you in the trunk of your own car

And we’re gonna fly

Dancing with the devil, both feet on the pedal

Nobody's gonna hear you cry

Don't mess with crazy bitches

The whole town told you but you just didn't listen and now

I’ve got you in the trunk of your own car

And we're gonna fly right over a-

[Bridge]

It's happening now, times running out

We're flying through the air my darlin'

Don't, no, don't be scared

Now we have forever to figure it out

Soon as we hit ground

We're gonna start a brand new story

Oh, over the edge

Gonna take you there

Mm, gonna take you there

Oh, yeah

Gonna take you there, ah, yeah

[Chorus]

I've got you in the trunk of your own car

And we're gonna fly

Dancing with the devil, both feet on the pedal

Nobody's gonna hear you cry

Don't mess with crazy bitches

The whole town told you but you just didn't listen and now

I've got you in the trunk of your own car

And we're gonna fly right over a-