Squeal

let's go parking in the desert you know that you want to open up the moon-roof and neck like a couple of fools a million stars overhead a full moon lights the sky it's a little cramped that's why these seats slide let's pretend that we are teens as I leave a mark on your neck you'll need to wear high collars oh but what the heck let's pop in a cd and listen to some tunes while you are kissing on me I'll be kissing on you we'll have to keep one eye open to watch out for patrol cars they shouldn't be looking for parkers but rousting drunks in bars ouch, my leg is hurting it hit the steering wheel your back is almost breaking but honey you make me squeal