Parking
STEVEN MCCUTCHEON, WAYNE ANTHONY HECTOR
Waiting watching the clouds
Breathing like I'm gonna stop
Knowing this doors gonna knock
And there you'll be
And I pick you up,
In my car
Take you away
Somewhere we'll sit parked in my car
Minutes turn into hours
We'll watch the bright lights of the city
Just you and me. Dreaming
Your lips dance across mine
Our hands, fingers entwined
There we'll for fill our desire
Set me free
