Hips swaying, lips lie Like clockwork, she's in control Of all the right guys And I'm still waiting
Fitting night with a car alarm Wears high-tops with her favorite song She's showing off the way she walks It's on
Take me, show me (Whoa oh, whoa oh) The corners of your empty room The trouble we could get in to Just fake it for me (Whoa oh, whoa oh) Disregard the footsteps And we'll never tell a soul
Tonight I'm finding a way To make the things that you say Just a little less obvious
I walk a fine line Between the right and the real They watch me closely But talk is cheap here
Like a weightless currency Your words don't mean shit to me I'm always cashing out
Take me, show me (Whoa oh, whoa oh) The colors of your empty room The trouble we could get in to Just fake it for me (Whoa oh, whoa oh) Disregard the footsteps And we'll never tell a soul
Tonight I'm finding a way To make the things that you say Just a little less obvious I confess Tonight I'm dressed up in gold You've got me fucked up and so you talk like you're famous You're shameless (x3)
Compositores: Alexander William Gaskarth (BMI), Jack Bassam Barakat (BMI), Robert Ryan Dawson (BMI), Zachary Steven Merrick (BMI)Editores: All Time Low Music (BMI), Music Corporation Of America Inc (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #2855633 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM