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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BB St. Clair
BB St. Clair
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BB St. Clair
BB St. Clair
Songwriter
Jay Cabrera
Jay Cabrera
Songwriter

Testi

Settin off alarms after midnight
Skinny dip in someone else’s pool
Pretend that we’re livin the good life
We got no chill, don’t play it cool
Blue and red lights
Drivin up the hillside
Sitting on dynamite
Yeah, we gotta hold tight
So high, up there like a satellite
Think I’m losin my mind
It’s got to be you
And all of the madness
And the mess you put me through
I just can’t refuse
All of the chaos and the trouble w’re into
Hell of a crazy state I’m in
At least I know it’s happenin
Of one thing that I’m sure
I’m lovesick and you’re the cure
Wakin’ up in some trashy hotel room
Feels like the liquor got revenge
Guess we can blame it on the full moon
Oh damn we done did it again
Blue and red lights
Drivin up the hillside
Sitting on dynamite
Yeah we gotta hold tight
So high up there like a satellite
Think I’m losin my mind
It’s got to be you
And all of the madness
And the mess you put me through
I just can’t refuse
All of the chaos and the trouble we’re into
Hell of a crazy state I’m in
At least I know it’s happenin
Of one thing that I’m sure
I’m lovesick and you’re the cure
You’re the cure
You’re the cure
You’re the cure
You’re the cure
You’re the cure
It’s got to be you
And all of the madness
And the mess you put me through
I just can’t refuse
All of the chaos and the trouble we’re into
Hell of a crazy state I’m in
At least I know it’s happenin
Of one thing that I’m sure
I’m lovesick and you’re the cure
Written by: BB St. Clair, Jay Cabrera
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