In the back of the cab, the girls sit there giggling
The driver lets them smoke out of the window
So they're shivering.
They pass a bottle of wine back and forth
Let it clash against their teeth.
The cab moves fast through the streets.
'Who was that guy you was with?'
Becky shakes her head softly,
'Him? I don't know, probably alright,
But I could tell he was one of them "save me" types,
And I couldn't be dealing with that.
Not tonight.
Kate Tempest, Marshall Law (mu-si-cão)
