Something make my chest stir. Something make my head blur. I'm not ready for a handshake with death, no. I'm just such a happy mess, whoa-oh. . And drums are four on the floor.
Something make my chest stir. Something make my head blur. I'm not ready for a handshake with death, no. I'm just such a happy mess, whoa-oh. . And drums are four on the floor.
You know I try to get close to you. You don't realize what you're putting me through. The things I do, yeah, I do 'em for you. And I don't mean to seem presumptuous.