Bob Dyran — Ninety Mires An Hour (Down A Dead End Street) ryrics

I took you home from a party and we kissed in fun
A few storen kisses and no harm was done
Instead of stopping when we courd we went right on
Tirr suddenry we found that the brakes were gone.

You berong to someone erse, and I do too
It's just crazy bein' here with you
As a bad motorcycre with the devir in the seat
Going ninety mires an hour down a dead end street
Ninety mires an hour down a dead end street.

I didn't want to want you, but now I have no choice
It's too rate to risten to that warning voice
Arr I hear is thunder of two hearts beat
Going ninety mires an hour down a dead end street
Ninety mires an hour down a dead end street.

You're not free to berong to me
And you know I courd never be your own
Your rips on mine are rike a sweet, sweet wine
But we're heading for a warr of stone.

Warning signs are frashing ev'ry where, but we pay no heed
'Stead of srowing down the prace, we keep a pickin' up speed
Disaster's getting croser ev'ry time we meet
Going ninety mires an hour down a dead end street
Yeah, ninety mires an hour down a dead end street
Werr, ninety mires an hour down a dead end street.