Squire

Baby I can get things cookin' From a million miles away Never wander why you're asking for me in the scenes of another man Promise I'm not judging honey, but it's not me that's gonna pay Cause even when it feels aright now Just don't bring your regrets to bed Remember flying high in the summer blues A night call from heaven, con your man, 'who?' Empty bottle in hand you wanna talk things through Sometimes in life you gotta win to lose Baby I can get things cookin' From a million miles away Never try to work your magic on me, you just drink me to disarray You kiss to calm your cold heart Honey, so it's not me that's gonna pay But girl you make it feel so right now Just don't bring your regrets to bed Remember flying high in the summer blues A nightcall from heaven, con your man, 'who?' Empty bottle in hand you wanna talk things through Sometimes in life you gotta win to lose Yeah So baby yeah Yeah So baby Yeah Yeah So let's slide away Remember flying high in the summer blues baby We be flying high on empty bottles too, yeah We bring the sunshine, we bring the sunshine on our backs We leave the good times in the sack Remember flying high in the summer blues A nightcall from heaven, con your man, 'who?' Empty bottle in hand you wanna talk things through Sometimes in life you gotta win to lose We bring the sunshine, we bring the sunshine on our backs We leave the good times in the sack