Mary's sitting in the backseat Of your car Of your car It was a man's world before we met the opposite Now it's only dark Mary said she would be off here When it starts When it starts It should be right but I always think the opposite Now it's only dark And even in the darkest alleys I inhale I would rather run than wanting to be yours, alright And even when you try to conquer I insist I would rather run than always being yours, alright Split the sides