band practice

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

You're making me so, so comfortable

See through my innocent soul

We're locked in this garage

You're playing all my parts

Come, make me a star

Can I practice on you?

Can you practice on me too?

Girl, you give me the blues

Can I practice on you?

Can you practice on me too?

Girl, you give me the blues

I got a lot for you, I got a lot for you

I got something for you, can I get something in return?

I got love for you, I got love for you

I got something for you, can I get something in return?

Can I practice on (Oh) you?

Can you practice on me too?

Girl, you give me the blues

Ooh, I got love for me too

I know it's just us two

And the trumpets sing sweet lullabies, ooh

Symphonies in blue, remind me of you

And the road is running out and that's fine

My love for you, you, you

That's the old me

If you ain't gang, gang, gang, don't approach me

Hello ghetto, let your soul breathe

I can't say I got offended when you stole me

I think we went to war last night

My mission was to catch your eye

I think I made it do what it do

But it wasn't what it was when you caught that flight

And I know you gotta get that bag, drop bombs over my Baghdad

I think it was a casualty, damn, when you casually walked my way

Woah, whoa, but you still my, whoa

Kiss away all my woes, woes

If she golden, prolly go then

I might slide on your bitch for the trophy

And I'm falling in slow motion

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh