I know you came with your friends
I think you told me that you never really liked them
There’s smoke all in your hair
You couldn’t seem to care
I should be leaving but it all just depends…
On you
This new and dizzy correlation
You pressed into my chest no hesitation
You talk so smooth. I bite my lip just waiting
Iron on my tongue
You only kiss me cause you love the color
Well, Good God!
I die to watch you hit the night
You rival heaven from the passenger throne
You slide your hands up leather, cherry wine
Don’t bring your friends along
I can’t ever get you alone
Don’t make me stay til the end
These kids are wasted
I can’t understand a word you’re saying
Pacing a path in the grass
This high is fading too fast
Stuck in your cycle of “I don’t, but maybe I do…”
Want you. Come through
Let’s put this habit to bed
Your call, you choose. Just let me see in your head
You talk so smooth, I bite my lip just waiting
You kiss me laughing
And get off on how it keeps me hanging
Dance, dance, dance for me
My baby, in the middle of the party
Come on, bite the sky with me
My baby, we can finish what we started
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