Concentrate

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