Baby I can get things cookin’ From a million miles away Never wander why you’re asking for me in the scenes of another man Promise I’m not judging honey, but it’s not me that’s gonna pay Cause even when it feels aright now Just don’t bring your regrets to bed
Remember flying high in the summer blues A nightcall from heaven, con your man, ‘who?’ Empty bottle in hand you wanna talk things through Sometimes in life you gotta win to lose
Baby I can get things cookin’ From a million miles away Never try to work your magic on me, you just drink me to disarray You kiss to calm your cold heart honey, so it’s not me that’s gonna pay But girl you make it feel so right now Just don’t bring your regrets to bed
Remember flying high in the summer blues A nightcall from heaven, con your man, ‘who?’ Empty bottle in hand you wanna talk things through Sometimes in life you gotta win to lose
Yeah
So baby yeah Yeah So baby Yeah Yeah
So let’s slide away
Remember flying high in the summer blues baby We be flying high on empty bottles too, yeah
We bring the sunshine, we bring the sunshine on our backs We leave the good times in the sack
Remember flying high in the summer blues A nightcall from heaven, con your man, ‘who?’ Empty bottle in hand you wanna talk things through Sometimes in life you gotta win to lose
We bring the sunshine, we bring the sunshine on our backs We leave the good times in the sackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
