Traffic lights turning yellow: A kiss and a slap on the roof. Traffic lights turning yellow: A kiss and a slap on the roof. Traffic lights turning yellow: A kiss and a slap on the roof. Traffic lights turning yellow: A kiss and a slap. I taught you that superstition Driving downtown With the windows down. Late at night, talking over A broken radio. And i kiss my fingers, And our single headlight Winks out for the last time. We talk about The last time it felt right to make out. And i'm certain, if i drive into those tress, It'd make less of a mess Than you've made of me.