Teenager

Central Park West, west on 85th Tires on the sidewalk in gasoline spit Back to back, I heard you shout and lose your voice Judas Priest, a dream deceived Drift lightly from inside, boy Don't go crazy, don't go crazy Don't call me babe, don't call me babe A Trans Am and a dashboard cam on your face Goddamn, and you got your name on your plates Think I can see your car leak Little bit from the right back rearview (She said, she said) Think I can hear you call me Cut it out, man, that's not cool Just like a teenager, sending me back Just like a teenager, talking like that You're sending me backwards You're sending me backwards You're sending me backwards You're sending me back Just like a teenager, sending me back Just like a teenager, talking like that Don't go crazy, don't go crazy Don't call me babe, don't call me babe