Permission to ride a scooter and sing and listen to sexy music and be who its about? Granted. Permission to get scared cuz I see flashing lights, and think Oh Shite, because I dont have a license and Im drunk and I dont even have my keys? Welllll, granted, but stop. You do have your license. Get down on your knees while the cop stops, your heart rises up in your throat as they say, rummage through your little trunk on the back of the scooter to look nonchalant, but wait, hes going over by the door to that pub instead, it wasnt even you he was following. While hes talking to some lady over there, realize you do have your keys. Youre actually not drunk. You have as much right to be here as anyone. You dont have to worry about disappointing your dad and everyone. And if you were in Paris. If you were in Paris.... I would sing, Ooh la la, la la la la la...!