Gasoline (ft. Taylor Swift)

Gasoline
You took me back
But you shouldn't have
Now it's your fault if I mess around
I took a drag
But I shouldn't have
Now I'm coughing up like I
Never smoked a pack
Gasoline, pretty please
I want to get off
But you're such a tease
Throw the keys back to me
Go on and kick off your boots
In the passenger seat

I get sad, you know I get sad
And I can't look past what I'm sad about
You did me bad
And I did it back
You needed ass, well, what's
Wrong with that?
Gasoline, pretty please
I want to get off
But you're such a tease
Throw the keys back to me (Back to me)
Go on and kick off your boots
In the passenger seat
(Strike a match, strike a match, watch it blow)
We're watching the sunrise from the kitchen counter
(Want you bad, want you bad, don't you know?)
When you're lying between my legs it doesn't matter
(Strike a match, strike a match, watch it blow)
You say you wanna go slower but I wanna go faster
(Want you bad, want you bad, don't you know?)
Faster and faster
Gasoline, pretty please
I want to get off
But you're such a tease