Teenager

Central Park West, west on 85th
Tires on the sidewalk in gasoline spit
Back to back, I heard you shout and lose your voice
Judas Priest, a dream deceived
Drift lightly from inside, boy

Don't go crazy, don't go crazy
Don't call me babe, don't call me babe

A Trans Am and a dashboard cam on your face
Goddamn, and you got your name on your plates
Think I can see your car leak
Little bit from the right back rearview
(She said, she said)
Think I can hear you call me
Cut it out, man, that's not cool

Just like a teenager, sending me back
Just like a teenager, talking like that

You're sending me backwards
You're sending me backwards
You're sending me backwards
You're sending me back

Just like a teenager, sending me back
Just like a teenager, talking like that
Don't go crazy, don't go crazy
Don't call me babe, don't call me babe