She takes my hand, takes it around her as she listens in her car. Misunderstands as her eyes falls like a star. She needs just a little more.
It's almost dawn and the talk is getting slow. It's time to cut through the lock on the door. You could have got away, but you just had to steal some more.
“I wanna leave you again and again, but don't wanna leave you again.”
“I wanna leave you again and again, but I don't wanna leave you again.” Aha haa.
Something I said must have hit her like a flashing red light, give her the reason to fly on me. She's dancing with the girls tonight. Three A.M. and she wraps herself around me and says: “I wanna leave you again and again, but I don't wanna leave you again.”
“I wanna leave you again and again, but I don't wanna leave you again.” Ou woo hoo.
Three A.M. and she wraps herself around me and says: “I wanna leave you again and again, but I don't wanna leave you again.”
“I wanna leave you again and again, but I don't wanna leave you again.” (Mm mm mm, yeah, aa)
(Hey, hup)
