| I cannot hold my tongue, you give me much to say
|
| I’m sweating bullets, nervous that you’ll push away
|
| And when your eyes catch mine, I know I talk too much
|
| So give me your two lips and baby, I’ll shut up
|
| Lying on the beach, the middle of December
|
| I’m thinking you’re too cool to even remember
|
| My face, my hair, my eyes, my lips, and my name, hmm
|
| Lighting up that clove, your confidence is what I want
|
| I say a lot, I’m loud 'cause maybe you’re the one
|
| Your hair, your eyes, your lips, and your name, hmm, baby
|
| I cannot hold my tongue, you give me much to say
|
| I’m sweating bullets, nervous that you’ll push away
|
| And when your eyes catch mine, I know I talk too much
|
| So give me your two lips and baby, I’ll shut up
|
| Oh baby, I’ll shut up
|
| Oh baby, I’ll shut up
|
| Oh baby, I’ll shut up
|
| (Oh baby, I’ll shut up)
|
| You dress in all black, the middle of the summer
|
| You’re smoother than you think, you rock that Alex Turner
|
| Your style, your arms, wrapped in leather, makes me want you forever (Oh, oh)
|
| But I cannot break this habit, pure anxiety
|
| Stuck here searching for some words that you might need
|
| Maybe you don’t need them, it’s not what we’re about
|
| And maybe I’ll just slow it down, down, down, down, down
|
| I cannot hold my tongue, you give me much to say
|
| I’m sweating bullets, nervous that you’ll push away
|
| And when your eyes catch mine, I know I talk too much
|
| So give me your two lips and baby, I’ll shut up
|
| Oh baby, I’ll shut up
|
| Oh baby, I’ll shut up
|
| Oh baby, I’ll shut up
|
| (Oh baby, I’ll shut up) |