He sings in notes that I can only dream of He wears a sleeve in red and black and green He wakes me up in a sweat on a Sunday morning With the prettiest smile I think I've ever seen
I wanna squeeze him so hard that I suffocate him He’s just too beautiful to let out of my grip That boy's so damn perfect, all the other guys hate him (You know the type!) Feel way too far out of my comfort zone for this
He's in my heart, he’s in my lungs He's in everything that I touch And I don't know if I'm his salvation But he feels like a savior to me
And every time he opens up He makes me wanna spill my guts He's got me so obsessed, I'm shaking In love
Lo-o-o-ove
He's my bass-playing fiend in a beanie with loose-fitting jeans on He's got that chiseled jaw and cute freckles on both of his cheeks How I ache when he’s dressed in that chest-hugging vest with his guns out I’ve gone into fanboy overload, he's got me giddy and weak at the knees
He’s like a photo of pure Photoshop perfection His heart stumbling for another fella [?] turns me on He's my part smoking muse, my pheromone injection (Drugs are bad! Boys are good!) He's got that alpha dominant vibe goin' on (Yeah, he’s coming on strong!) And it feels so wrong
But I love it
He's in my heart, he's in my lungs He's in everything that I touch And I don't know if I'm his salvation But he feels like a savior to me
And every time he opens up He makes me wanna spill my guts He got me so obsessed, I'm shaking In love
Lo-o-o-ove In love Lo-o-o-ove
He's so ridiculously hot, I cannot stand it (He's on fire!) He's got me burning up and bursting at the seams (If you know what I mean...)
He's in my heart, he's in my lungs He's in everything that I touch And I don't know if I'm his salvation But he feels like a savior to me
And every time he opens up He makes me wanna spill my guts He got me so obsessed, I'm shaking In love
Lo-o-o-ove In love Lo-o-o-ove In love Lo-o-o-ove In love Lo-o-o-oveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
