Backseat Serenade

Tuning: Standard
No capo

[Verse 1]
                                
Lazy lover, find a place for me again,
                  
You felt it once before,
                        
I know you did, I could see it.
          
Whiskey princess,
                        
Drink me under, pull me in,
                 
You had me at come over boy,
               
I need a friend,
     
I understand.

[Chorus]
            
Backseat serenade,
         
Dizzy huricane,
                          
Oh god, I m sick of sleeping alone,
                              
You re salty like a summer day,
                    
Kiss the sweat away,
         
To your radio.
          
Backseat serenade,
             
Little hand grenade,
                             
Oh god, I m sick of sleeping alone,
                     
You re salty like a summer day,
          
Kiss the pain away,
         
To your radio.

[Verse 2]
           
You take me over,
                           
I throw you up against the wall,
                
We ve seen it all before,
                 
But this one s different,
      
It s deliberate.
           
You send me reeling,
                                       
Calling out to you for more,
                                    
The value of this moment lives in metaphor,
 
Yah, through it all.

[Chorus]
            
Backseat serenade,
         
Dizzy huricane,
                          
Oh god, I m sick of sleeping alone,
                              
You re salty like a summer day,
                    
Kiss the sweat away,
         
To your radio.
          
Backseat serenade,
             
Little hand grenade,
                             
Oh god, I m sick of sleeping alone,
                     
You re salty like a summer day,
          
Kiss the pain away,
         
To your radio.

[Chorus]
            
Backseat serenade,
         
Dizzy huricane,
                          
Oh god, I m sick of sleeping alone,
                              
You re salty like a summer day,
                    
Kiss the sweat away,
         
To your radio.
          
Backseat serenade,
             
Little hand grenade,
                             
Oh god, I m sick of sleeping alone,
                     
You re salty like a summer day,
          
Kiss the pain away,
         
To your radio.

[Bridge]
        
                              
(Oh god, I m sick of sleeping alone)

[Outro]