#2 百恵山口プレーバックpart 2
A bright red Porsche races through the greenery
I'm travelling alone, turning the wheel however I like
At the light, I scrape the car next to me with my mirror
He yells and I find myself raising my voice, too
Don't think I'm stupid; it's your fault
Wait a minute, play back, play back
Play back, play back those words
Don't think I'm stupid; it's your fault
That's what I said yesterday
You sleep with whoever you want
And then think your woman's always gonna be there waiting?
Boy, who taught you to be like that?
It wears, it wears me out
The distant ocean glitters along the coast highway
It's a short trip; I put the pedal to the metal
I turn the volume up on the radio as the sea breeze blows
And it plays a wonderful song that steals my heart
Do what you want; you're leaving, aren't you?
Wait a minute, play back, play back
Play back, play back that song
Do what you want; you're leaving, aren't you?
That's what you said yesterday
It was all just bravado
I know you're really lonely
Boy, who taught you to be like that?
I'm, I'm coming home
Play back, play back to you
Play back to you
I'm travelling alone, turning the wheel however I like
At the light, I scrape the car next to me with my mirror
He yells and I find myself raising my voice, too
Don't think I'm stupid; it's your fault
Wait a minute, play back, play back
Play back, play back those words
Don't think I'm stupid; it's your fault
That's what I said yesterday
You sleep with whoever you want
And then think your woman's always gonna be there waiting?
Boy, who taught you to be like that?
It wears, it wears me out
The distant ocean glitters along the coast highway
It's a short trip; I put the pedal to the metal
I turn the volume up on the radio as the sea breeze blows
And it plays a wonderful song that steals my heart
Do what you want; you're leaving, aren't you?
Wait a minute, play back, play back
Play back, play back that song
Do what you want; you're leaving, aren't you?
That's what you said yesterday
It was all just bravado
I know you're really lonely
Boy, who taught you to be like that?
I'm, I'm coming home
Play back, play back to you
Play back to you
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