Boy From Carolina

I think I might know you the best after midnight Tipsy on red wine Black dress, skin-tight, hands fit so well on my waistline You say, "You're all mine" So, how do I know your skin? How do I know your touch? But you never let me in You never open up I don't know what this is Is it me? Is it you? Is it us? But I know I could pick him right out of a line-up Southern lookin' boy from Carolina with blue eyes But I don't know what's behind 'em, it's a fine line And I'm walkin' on the wire I wish I could read him, I've been tryna Make sense of what's been goin' on inside his sweet mind But I don't know what he's hidin', he's a good guy And a damn good liar Long day, tracin' freckles that paint constellations Pull me back in Half smile, dark hair, cologne that lingers through the air Now I smell it everywhere So, how do I know your skin? How do I know your touch? But you never let me in No, you never open up I don't know what this is Is it me? Is it you? Is it us? But I know I could pick him right out of a line-up Southern lookin' boy from Carolina with blue eyes But I don't know what's behind 'em, it's a fine line And I'm walkin' on the wire I wish I could read him, I've been tryna Make sense of what's been goin' on inside his sweet mind But I don't know what he's hidin', he's a good guy And a damn good liar Good liar He's a damn good liar Fine line I know he's lyin', but he's still comin' home And I don't wanna sleep here all alone I know he's lyin', but I bet you he already knows That I'm not gonna be the one to let this go, oh, mm I could pick him right out of a line-up That's my boy, my boy with blue eyes But I don't know what's behind 'em, it's a fine line And I'm walkin' on the wire I wish I could read him, I've been tryna Make sense of what's been goin' on inside his sweet mind But I don't know what he's hidin', he's a good guy And a damn good liar