Letra

She don't trust weathermen Holidays, born-agains Anything that models peace Twenty-two to twenty-five Was never love with Eli But he got a second lease (alright) Alright, you think about her enough To try and pass it for anything, but She might quite like you waking her up So why're you gun-shy and blinking so much? She's so handsome Take her out dancing Take her out dancing Love her, or somebody will romance her Take her out dancing Take her out dancing Mister, you're missing it still If you ain't holding hands with her Hurry, 'cause somebody will (la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la) Post-culture etiquette Three months ahead of it Only talks in certainties You'll sweat her out so many nights Her in a dream, you live a lie Kiss on the cheek (yeah, yeah, yeah) Alright, you think about her enough To try and pass it for everything, but She might quite like you waking her up So why're you gun-shy and blinking so much? She's so handsome Take her out dancing Take her out dancing Love her, or somebody will romance her Take her out dancing Take her out dancing Mister, you're missing it still If you ain't holding hands with her Hurry, 'cause somebody will (la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la) At the supermarket, hands in her pocket Nervous talking, both so exhausted You might say, "I think she may be in love with you" Oh, at her apartment outside of Charlotte Openhearted, laid on the carpet You might say, how she'll be number one to you With a capital W She's so handsome Take her out dancing Take her out dancing Love her, or somebody will She's so handsome Take her out dancing Take her out dancing Love her, or somebody will romance her Take her out dancing Take her out dancing Mister, you're missing it still If you ain't holding hands with her Hurry 'cause somebody will (la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
Writer(s): Sam Hollander, Matthew Bair Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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