Take - Throwing Muses

I think I could like you

If you let me drive your car

I think I might want you

If you let me drive real far

I won’t steal your keys

I won’t try to be mean

Plus it might break you

Break you that might save you

I pray to the god who made you

I wouldn’t break it Couldn’t take what isn’t mine

'Cause I like you

And I know it isn’t right

Just go about your business

And pretend that I’m your wife

Plus I could feed you

Feed you 'cause I need you

I pray to the gods I can please you

I hold a fistful of money

Drag me down I reel you in If you don’t think I’m pretty

I understand

Just don’t think you won’t die

By a woman’s hand

Plus I might hurt you

Hurt you, desert you

I pray to the gods I can burn you

Take to the road

Take me with you

Take to the road

Take me with you

Bring me, this thing me I pray to the gods you can change me Take to the road

Take me with you

Take to the road

Take me with you