One-way street

VERSE 1
Hit the corner, neon grin, your eyes like traffic lights,
I’m in the fast lane, heart’s a car that never brights.
You wink, I skid—metaphorical donuts in the dark,
GPS says “straight,” but my sneakers missed the mark.
Sidewalk salsa, clumsy twirl, I’m doing the cha-cha crash,
You wave, I stall, then rev — espresso love, no dash.
Honking hearts in stereo, your laugh’s a funky beat,
Girl, you got me dancing wrong on your one way street.

PRE-CHORUS
No U-turns, baby, it’s marked in neon glow,
Keep it moving, moving — but where we’re going, who knows?
Red light kisses, green light grins, speed limit: can’t be beat,
I’m a fool on your avenue, with two left feet.

CHORUS
One way street, no lookin’ back, I’m stuck in your lane,
Beep-beep, heart’s a cab that’s calling out your name.
No U-turns, no detours, just turbo love on repeat,
I’m trippin’ on my shoelace on your one way street.
One way street, two left feet — but hey, that’s alright,
We’ll dance past the crosswalk and crash the city lights.

VERSE 2
You drive stick-shift sarcasm, I stall on clever lines,
You drop a pun — I park, my wit’s in overtime.
Crosswalk confetti in the gutter from your grin,
I’m jaywalking morals just to see you spin.
Meter’s running, pocket change for your flirting fee,
I pay in silly poems and terrible karaoke.
Rubberband heart, snap back when you snap your fingers — sweet,
I’m forever flashing hazard lights on your one way street.

PRE-CHORUS
No roundabouts in love, babe, the circle’s for the mall,
We’re straight-arrowed and reckless — gravity’s optional.
Stop signs just suggestions when your sparkle’s on repeat,
I’ll walk the wrong side gladly with my two left feet.

BRIDGE
Vroom-vroom, you zoom, I boom — confetti in the air,
You’re a traffic cone of trouble, I’m parked in your glare.
Blinker’s broken, but I’m flashing just for you,
Turn the corner, find the chord, karaoke rendezvous.
No parking anytime, but I’m staying overnight,
Sneakers on the dashboard, your lipstick in my sight.
Cupid’s got a one-way pass and he stamped it “petite,”
Map says “no return,” but I’m lovin’ this one way street.

BREAKDOWN
“Do you think we’ll make it?”
“Only if you dance.”
“Do I look ridiculous?”
“Yes. That’s the plan.”
“Should we call for reinforcements?”
“Only if they bring snacks.”