I knew a girl
Who couldn't even tell the things she had
From what she could afford
She couldn't even tell a difference between attitude and warmth
And so it seemed
Another scheme
Overdone to get me back to her place
Annabelle
I'm driving to your parents house
90 on the southbound
You fill my car with smoke and stale perfume
So air it out
I'm driving with the windows down
Dying to get the smell out
Think I gotta turn around and drop it back at your place
Just drop it back at your place
So don't be so sure
Your smile ain't the reason that I'm knocking at your door
And maybe it's time you made a move
Cause northern California suits you well
So well
Annabelle
I'm driving to your parents house
90 on the southbound
You fill my car with smoke and stale perfume
So air it out
I'm driving with the windows down
Dying to get the smell out
Think I gotta turn around and drop it back at your place
Just drop it back at your place
And it's really not that far
You know it's just back down the road
And I can't seem to think straight
Since you brought it back around again
Annabelle
I'm driving to your parents house
90 on the southbound
You fill my car with smoke and stale perfume
So air it out
I'm driving with the windows down
Dying to get the smell out
Think I gotta turn around and drop it back at your place
Just drop it back at your place
Just drop it back at your place
Just drop it back at your place