Backseat Fever

You pulled up slow In that red-jeans fit Phone face down And I’m into it Cold hand on the door Hot breath, little grin You said get in So I let you in One more turn Then the night goes loud Heart on tilt When you look me down Hold that stare Like you know my name Say it once Then we burn the frame Backseat fever, backseat fever Pull me close, I need it, need it Backseat fever, backseat fever Say my name, then make me believe it Backseat fever, backseat fever Run it back, I want that feeling Backseat fever, backseat fever Lose control, then keep on spinning Curbside rain On your silver skin You laugh like you know Where the trouble is Mirror flash Then the world cuts out One touch, one spark And we’re all in now One more turn Then the night goes loud Heart on tilt When you look me down Hold that stare Like you know my name Say it once Then we burn the frame Backseat fever, backseat fever Pull me close, I need it, need it Backseat fever, backseat fever Say my name, then make me believe it Backseat fever, backseat fever Run it back, I want that feeling Backseat fever, backseat fever Lose control, then keep on spinning