歌词
A shooting star, just 20ft up, I'm like a prisoner in my car, willing to try things I'll never admit.
I think I'm gonna be sick, I'm bent out of shape.
My bonehead is full of it.
She saw her car lift up off our lawn.
Is it a sign or is she a fraud?
A shooting star, just 20ft up, I'm like a prisoner in my car, willing to try things I'll never admit.