Lost

Do you wanna be more than mates? You rattle 'round my head You were stood there with your docs on It was pretty cold for bare legs A demeanor of Mia Wallace Red lippy stained your cigarette And it was the way you moved your hands when you confessed We're a bad idea at best Hold on for dear life I think that we're both out our minds Hold your fist tight Me oh my, don't lose your kite A damsel did defy her drunken stupor and she joked With a scoundrel doused in denim He slowly filled the room with smoke And our fingertips were touching We somehow found ourselves alone Oh, how our hearts have bled for this, I confessed We're a bad idea at best Hold on for dear life I think that we're both out our minds Hold your fist tight Me oh my, don't lose your kite I'm a vagabond with a penchant for your skinny love tonight I'm a vagabond with a penchant for your skinny love tonight It's not L It's not O Its not V It's not E It's not L It's not O Its not V It's not E It's not L It's not O Its not V It's not E It's not L It's not O Its not V It's not E And I think I love you right down to my bones I like this party, but when are we off home? Parisian exchange of lips on my brain Parisian exchange, Parisian exchange Hold on for dear life I think that we're both out our minds Hold your fist tight Me oh my, don't lose your kite I'm a vagabond with a penchant for your skinny love tonight I'm a vagabond with a penchant for your skinny love tonight