Из альбома: Pop Psychology
We danced a tango 'till our heads got dizzy
I felt your body heat: a damsel in distress
My daddy warned me not to get so busy
And suddenly I'm watching you take off your dress
I couldn't stick around
So text me in the morning
Tell me you still love me
I don't believe a single word
You tell me you're tipsy;
I tell you you're pretty
We could spend the night if you're still sure
But text me in the morning
Woke up all soaking wet from last night's fever
Smelling like cigarettes and broken promises
Your mother said: 'Don't be an overachiever.'
I please her, oh please girl, I never did believe her
And I'll never tell you why
Oh, I'll never tell a lie
So text me in the morning
Tell me you still love me
I don't believe a single word
You tell me you're tipsy;
I tell you you're pretty
We could spend the night if you're still sure
But text me in the morning
Tears on my phone
Feelin' so alone
I'll never let you go, you've got the best of me
When all the other boys just want your sex
I just want your texts
In the morning
Right, in the morning
C'mon c'mon c'mon
So text me in the morning
Tell me you still love me
I don't believe a single word
You tell me you're tipsy, I tell you you're pretty
We could spend the night if you're still sure
But text me in the morning
We danced a tango 'till our heads got dizzy
(Text me in the morning)
I felt your body heat: a damsel in distress
(Text me in the morning)
Woke up all soaking wet from last night's fever
(Text me in the morning)
Smelling like cigarettes and broken promises