Drive

I used to get this pit in my stomach And ask myself, "is that what love is? Feeling like you're six feet underground?" I'd reach down deep into the bottom of my soul And I'd surrender myself and lose control 'Cause surely he would love me if I lost a pound But now I drive around your block Waiting to pick you up and talk And I realize I don't want what I had then. In the evening with your shoes untied You'll get out and go back inside And I'll drive around your block again I want to go back to Charlotte And wear an "A" that's painted scarlet On my chest and never give a damn With every minor setback I dye my hair I've got to get back to my roots and remember who I am But now I drive around your block Waiting to pick you up and talk Wondering why I prefer you to most men And before I pick you up tonight I'll stall and turn off my headlight And I'll drive around your block again