Driving so keenly,
glancing at the back
Oh I see you comfortable there,
unlike my past

On the road of the town,
gently unspoken
Raging against my luck,
but celebrating for this win

Remorse of this shyness,
dreamt inside so pretty
I can't hold you down easy,
my arms are already heavy

On this light so bright,
I count the glitters that fit
Because my own is not sure,
if she buys it