Mary's sitting in the backseat
of your car,
of your car
It was a man's world before we met the opposite
Now it's only dark
Mary said she would be off here
when it starts,
when it starts
It should be right but I always think the opposite
Now it's only dark
And even in the darkest alleys I inhale
I would rather run than I wanted to be yours, alright
And even when you try to conquer I insist
I would rather run than always being yours, alright
Split the sides
