Текст Richie Sambora – Backseat Driver

The door was open it was quarter to five
When you walked into my house
With a look on your face like you own the place
When you sat down on the couch

I don’t care what you say
I don’t care how you feel
I ain’t never gonna be who you want me to be,
Ain’t giving up the wheel

There’s no denying,
Baby I’m done with your backseat driving
Say what you wanna say
It really don’t matter to me, no
I’m tired of trying
Walking away from satisfying you
Do what you wanna do
It really don’t matter to me
Don’t really matter to me

Living life wasn’t such a fight,
Until you came along,
I never thought I was always right,
But with you I’m always wrong,
I wish that you could you only hear,
The way it’s coming out of you mouth,
You just a-talk talk talk you keep spitting it out
But you don’t know what you’re talking about

I don’t care what you say,

There’s no denying,
Baby I’m done with your backseat driving
Say what you wanna say
It really don’t matter to me, no
I’m tired of trying
Walking away from satisfying you
Do what you wanna do
It really don’t matter to me
Don’t really matter to me

Solo

I don’t care what you say
I don’t care how you feel
I ain’t never gonna be who you want me to be,
Ain’t giving up the wheel

There’s no denying,
Baby I’m done with your backseat driving
Say what you wanna say
It really don’t matter to me, no
I’m tired of trying
Walking away from satisfying you
Do what you wanna do
It really don’t matter to me, no

There’s no denying,
Baby I’m done with your backseat driving
Say what you wanna say
It really don’t matter to me, no
I’m tired of trying
Walking away from satisfying you
Do what you wanna do
It really don’t matter to me
Don’t really matter to me
Don’t really matter
Don’t really matter to me

Backseat driver
Backseat driver
Backseat driver
Backseat driver
Backseat driver
Come on!