Turn me on, turn me off, then you turn me back on by the weekend. And you won't say the words that I want but you flirt when you're drinkin'. I see those bubbles pop up like you're texting then they disappear.
We got the songs. We got the beats. We got the bar. Where we used to meet. We got our names. In the concrete. On Lincoln street. And we got New York. We got L.A.
Right now we both know. we're Marina del Rey. planes gonna fly away. and you'll be on it. And by this time tomorrow. I'll be singing Yesterday. the sunshine's gonna fade.
Hey, you don't have to stay. you don't have to say anything that you don't wanna say-ay. hey, you don't have to go. We can take it slow-oh. Or we can move it alone, move it along.
I'm tired of having fun. I'm sick of watching that sunset, painting the sky red. I just wanna turn in early. I don't want to see where this goes. You're getting just a little to flirty.
Strictly outta curiosity,. What would happen if you got with me?. Kissin' you would hit the spot with me. Come on skip a couple rocks with me. . Gimme any of your heart tonight.
A girl like you in a bar like this. Well no offense but you don't fit in. Red lipstick on the rim of that glass. All dressed up, all by yourself, whats up with that?.
Grass stained bare feet. Dove in my front seat. Windshield full of road to run. And a gas tank full of freedom. . Red sky faded to black. A couple cans deep in a six pack.
Hey girl, what's up?. I know it's late, but I knew you'd pick it up. Naw, I ain't drunk. Okay, maybe I do have a little buzz but. That song came on and I just thought what harm could come from one little call?.
I've never liked Def Lepard. 'til I heard you sing that song.. I've never wanted to go to Cali. 'til you had that t-shirt on.. I never wanted to change my style,.
She was diggin' up her sundress, showing off her tatty. She said, "I like your ride, maybe you could be my caddy. What you say you pick us up a six-pack of Natty".
The Sun going down on a little beach town out west. A wide open highway, a window seat on a jet. The sound of a train pulling out of the station. A man like me should find inspiration in anything.
You're home all alone, there's a buzz on your phone. Your friend says she's out at the bar with her friends so you go. Show up, look around, but you don't see her face.
We took a U-turn down on 42nd street. Almost hit another car. Spilled my coffee on my jeans and I said: Oh, they're ruined now. She said: No, they're better now, it's just a matter of perspective.
Some don't last the way they should. Some make you feel good for a little while. And then you throw 'em away. Some are up on a shelf for some other day.
Girl you're like a model on a Soho street. Walking on air like you own it. It's like I'm sipping on a bottle in a penthouse suite. You're lighting me up and you know it.
Yeah the song comes on and I sing out loud. And there ain't no road that I can't go down. And I don't think twice when I pass your house all the time.
I get bored, I get drunk. I get drunk, I get brave. I get brave, I get a phone. I get a phone, I get a cab. . I get a cab, I get to town. I get to town, I get to thinking.
Well it was down some street we couldn't even pronounce. We were smoking a little from a half an ounce. The tequila was cheap but the flow we were feeling was real.
Seems innocent enough when your buying the drinks at the bar. And you're both getting loaded. You don't even know just the danger you're in. 'Cause you're so caught up in the moment.