Red eyes and tear-stained cheeks fade away in my rear view
What was I like two years ago?
Can't comprehend consequences
We're all here to be your friends
Red is the color of my eyes when you drive away
The taste on my lips when I beg you to please, please stay
Red is the feeling of wanting more and more
Red is the leather of the seats in your grown-up Porsche
Birthday gifts given to earn you praise
Always the bride, never the bridesmaid
Polished your image with precision
We're all here to be your friends
Red is the color of my eyes when you drive away
The taste on my lips when I beg you to please, please stay
Red is the feeling of wanting more and more
Red is the leather of the seats in your grown-up Porsche
Sarah Morgan - Red Seated Porsche Lyrics
Sarah Morgan - Red Seated Porsche Lyrics
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Red eyes and tear-stained cheeks fade away in my rear view
What was I like two years ago?
Can't comprehend consequences
We're all here to be your friends
Red is the color of my eyes when you drive away
The taste on my lips when I beg you to please, please stay
Red is the feeling of wanting more and more
Red is the leather of the seats in your grown-up Porsche
Birthday gifts given to earn you praise
Always the bride, never the bridesmaid
Polished your image with precision
We're all here to be your friends
Red is the color of my eyes when you drive away
The taste on my lips when I beg you to please, please stay
Red is the feeling of wanting more and more
Red is the leather of the seats in your grown-up Porsche
What was I like two years ago?
Can't comprehend consequences
We're all here to be your friends
Red is the color of my eyes when you drive away
The taste on my lips when I beg you to please, please stay
Red is the feeling of wanting more and more
Red is the leather of the seats in your grown-up Porsche
Birthday gifts given to earn you praise
Always the bride, never the bridesmaid
Polished your image with precision
We're all here to be your friends
Red is the color of my eyes when you drive away
The taste on my lips when I beg you to please, please stay
Red is the feeling of wanting more and more
Red is the leather of the seats in your grown-up Porsche
Writer: Sarah Morgan
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