Every second counts I don’t want to talk to you anymore All these little games You can call me by the name I gave you... yesterday
Every minute counts I don’t want to watch TV anymore Can you figure me out? Just doin' this to waste more time on the couch
Can you see me? I’m waiting for the right time I can’t read you but if you want, the pleasure’s all mine Can you see me using everything to hold back? I guess this could be worse Walking out the door with your bags Walking out the door with your bags Walking out the door with your bags Walking out the door with your bags
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Pour your glass of wine Mitchell told me I should be just fine Cases under the bed Spill it open let it rush to my head
I don’t want to be forward I don’t want to cut corners Savor this with everything I have inside me I’m not the type to run I know that we’re having fun But what’s the rush? Kissing and my cheeks are so flushed
Tell you how I felt Sugar coated melting in your mouth Pardon my emotions I should probably keep it all to myself Know you’d make fun of me Know you’d make fun of me Know you’d make fun of me Know you’d make fun of me
Can you see me? I’m waiting for the right time I can’t read you but if you want, the pleasure’s all mine Can you see me using everything to hold back? I guess this could be worse Walking out the door with your bags Walking out the door with your bags Walking out the door with your bags Walking out the door with your bagsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
