Lyrics

Why don't we go on little tour after dark
Here's the picture that I'll paint you
It's an effin work of art
Let's go climb up the roof
Pop a bottle, watch the stars
Already prepped some "charcute"
And some rich cocoa dipped strawberries
Yea I love the way this feels
So much yummier then an effin Michelin meal
Then we laugh our titties off
So we both need bras
I could paint this picture all day
With the way you have my heart
But i guess you just don't feel the same
So, I'm never gonna try to understand
The little map that you have planned in your head
If you really got your own direction
Go ahead, take a jet, you won't be the only one
That has gotten up a left
Even if I was your breath
I really took you away?
Why did it take 8 months for you to just say
All the little dark spots plaguing your mind
Was what you felt the whole dayum time
Written by: Charlie Heldman
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