Tekst Utworu
Guess who just ran the red light
Outside her old work
Red light, the red light, the red light
I was busy thinking 'bout something
That I should just keep to myself
Myself
Staring at the wall
The wall
Waiting on your call
Your call
I see nothing at all
At all, all
I can't concentrate on anything but you
You got me seeing 'blue' from a newer point of view
Can't get the taste of your liquor off my lips
Your fingers on my hips
Oh, I gotta get a grip
Babe
I can hear the echo of the party that we left downstairs
I can feel the beat of your heart underneath my fingertips your
Jacket's on the chair
Chair
Hands are in my hair
My hair
Fixated on your stare
I can't concentrate on anything but you
You got me seeing 'blue' from a newer point of view
Can't get the taste of your liquor off my lips
Your fingers on my hips
Oh, I gotta get a grip
Babe
Your lipstick was cherry red
Now it's all over my face
Face
Your hair was curled perfectly
Now it's all out of place
Place
I was rapt by your laugh
Now I'm wrapped in your embrace
Embrace
You thought that I like leather
But I came here for lace
Your lipstick was cherry red
Now it's all over my face
Face
Your hair was curled perfectly
Now it's all out of place
I was rapt by your laugh
Now I'm wrapped in your embrace
Embrace
We can't stay here all night but babe
I think I know a place
Can't concentrate on anything but you
You got me seeing 'blue' from a newer point of view
Can't get the taste of your liquor off my lips
Your fingers on my hips
Oh, I gotta get a grip
Can't concentrate on anything but you
You got me seeing 'blue' from a newer point of view
Can't get the taste of your liquor off my lips
Your fingers on my hips
Oh, I gotta get a grip
Babe
Writer(s): Stephanie Haig
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