I don't care to be scared
When I drive my haunted car
Ghost red hot tonight
My gaze in the rear view mirror
And I see the backseat of my car
I see the backseat of my car
I see the backseat of my car
I see the backseat of my car

Shopping bags falling down
Apples roll, magazine crumpled
In the heat of night
Milk leaks, sucked up by the velvet
'Cause I see the backseat of my car
I see the backseat of my car
I see the backseat of my car
I see the backseat of my car

You want a lift?
Hop in the back
How far do you want to go?
All the way?
Ok
(She wants to give you a ride)
(She's gonna give you a ride)
(She wants to give you a ride)
(She's gonna give you a ride)

The backseat of my car
(She wants to give you a ride)
The backseat of my car
(She's gonna give you a ride)
The backseat of my car
(She wants to give you a ride)
The backseat of my car
(She's going to kill you)
'Cause I see the backseat of my car
I see the backseat of my car
I see the backseat of my car