Windows (feat. Icona Pop)

I've got red eyes on a red eye

I was in your bed, I

Don't think we can be friends, I

Running out of minutes, baby

I forgot I hit it, baby

I know it's driving you crazy

But trust me, I'm way more crazy

I'm on three strikes

I'm in Tokyo

I got jetlag, wishing you could hold me close

Smoking on, yeah, that's lightning, baby

Try to get back to you

But this life won't let me choose

There's a window into my heart

You can come in, you can go in

Where you fit in, baby

There's a window into my heart

Just got to push to start

If you're fucking with me, then you gotta be crazy

If you're fucking with me, then you gotta be crazy

If you're fucking with me, then you gotta be crazy

Sipping White Russians with some white Russians

Left you waiting in the kitchen

Baking in the oven, I miss your special kind of loving

Kissed you like you were my hubby

I hope someone can try to love me

But I could put no one else above me

I'm on three strikes

I'm in Tokyo

I got jet lag, wishing you could hold me close

Smoking on, yeah, that's lightning, baby

Try to get back to you

But this life won't let me choose

There's a window into my heart

You can come in, you can go in

Where you fit in, baby

There's a window into my heart

Just got to push to start

If you're fucking with me, then you gotta be crazy

If you're fucking with me, then you gotta be crazy

If you're fucking with me, then you gotta be crazy

If you're fucking with me, then you gotta be crazy

If you're fucking with me, then you gotta be crazy