text: Back doors
  In the city
  Shes up to no good
  Long heart, lookin Pretty
  Shes out of her mind
  On a lonely night, a lonely night
  Shes puttin on a show
  For an empty high, and empty ride
  She wants to
  Feel Real, Feel real
  Feel Real, Feel real
  Black hole, for your pity
  Quote-on-quote misunderstood
  Back door, do you know Whitney?
  Shes out of her mind
  On a lonely night, a lonely night
  Shes blowin up her love
  For an empty high, and empty ride
  She wants to
  Feel Real, Feel real
  Feel Real, Feel real
  Feel Real, Feel real
  Feel Real, Feel real
  Feel Real, Feel real
  Feel Real, Feel real
  Feel Real, Feel real
  Feel Real, Feel real
  Feel Real, Feel real