Anything Red

She's a little sunset in the morning, sunrise at night

You won't catch her on a Jetblue airplane, she's on a private flight

And you won't ever see her checking on her phone

Waiting for some guy saying "baby come home"

And if you see her out and she's all alone, just know

She wants Anything Red, she won't drink white

Don't bother with a pickup line she ain't that type

Like a song that you don't know, with a groove real slow

That makes you wanna move,

Like the bottom of her of shoes, she wants Anything Red

She likes Anything Red

She's a trail of rose petals from the front door

All the way to the bed

She's a hundred little burning candles burnin' 'round your head

And you won't ever see her lose control

Unless the lights are down and Sinatra's on

And if you get her home and you're all alone, just know

She wants Anything Red, she won't drink white

Don't bother with a pickup line she ain't that type

Like a song that you don't know, with a groove real slow

That makes you want to move,

Like the bottom of her of shoes, she wants Anything Red

She likes Anything Red

You better give her what she wants when she wants it

You better give her what she wants when she wants it

You better give her what she wants when she wants it

You better give her

She wants Anything Red, she won't drink white

Don't bother with a pickup line she ain't that type

Like a song that you don't know, with a groove real slow

That makes you want to move,

Like the bottom of her of shoes, she wants Anything Red

She won't drink white

Don't bother with a pickup line she ain't that type

Like a song that you don't know, with a groove real slow

That makes you want to move,

Like the bottom of her of shoes, she wants Anything Red

She likes Anything Red

She wants Anything Red