Three, four

When you walk in the door

Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw

Stomach in my throat

I can't take it anymore

'Less I'm leaving with you

Three, four

When you walk in the door

Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw

Stomach in my throat

I can't take it anymore

'Less I'm leaving with you

There's a child in my head

And a tiger in my stomach

Devil's in the detail

I'm starting to plummet

They don't see eye to eye

Turning into word-vomit

So Imma say fuck it

(Fuck it)

So I call you up to tell you that you're pretty

And to my surprise you answer quite specifically

"Boy you think this is the fifties?

You gotta do much better than pretty please"

I'm fed up the fact is I'm tired of seeing blue

Feel so out of practice, don't know what to do

Things are heating up when I'm thinking of you

I really like the way you move

Go

(One, two)

Three, four

When you walk in the door

Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw

Stomach in my throat

I can't take it anymore

'Less I'm leaving with you

Three, four

When you walk in the door

Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw

Stomach in my throat

I can't take it anymore

'Less I'm leaving with you

No strings attached

Unless in fact (fact)

You're thinking what I'm thinking

Hmmm should I double back? (Should I double back?)

Retract the statement that I made

I know that it sounds whack

And if I say "I love you" you don't have to say it back

(I love you!)

There, I went and said it

I tried to be authentic

Sure hope I don't regret it

Did I burst the bubble?

Quite often I fumble

When I'm seeing double

I get into trouble

So out of the rubble

Could we be a couple?

A couple of pieces

That fit in this puzzle

Damn

I need you to take the lead

And tell me what you want this to be

Three, four

When you walk in the door

Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw

Stomach in my throat

I can't take it anymore

'Less I'm leaving with you

Three, four

When you walk in the door

Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw

Stomach in my throat

I can't take it anymore

'Less I'm leaving with you

Three, four

When you walk in the door

Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw

Stomach in my throat

I can't take it anymore

'Less I'm leaving with you

Three, four

When you walk in the door

Reverse logic, floor hit my jaw

Stomach in my throat

I can't take it anymore

'Less I'm leaving with you

I'm leaving with you