One, two, three, four Backseat driver with a bit of black hair Won’t you walk on over so I don’t have to stare? I was standing in the corner when she pulled up her chair Started kissing me, yeah Oh, free rider with the famous friends You put your money on me in case it works in the end But you won’t burn bridges so you’re making amends Are you kidding me? But you don’t deserve my hatred, no Cause I can’t afford to waste it all Not gonna give you one more thought Cause you don’t deserve it, you don’t Oh, so what are you doing up here? Swear they don’t bust you out Cause you don’t deserve my tears right now Now that I’m feeling good Finally got you gone So what do you think you’re doing when you don’t belong? Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Wah